Mother Night
Darkness is not about
the absence of light.
Shadow does not demand substance.
Darkness is a place of germination.
Mixing water, air and earth
to create the fire of life renewed.
Quiet here,
enclosed in silence,
a tiny heartbeat starts,
sending out waves,
reverberations
rippling through the earth.
Under water caves
feel the pulse, the beat, the becoming.
Time, space, and impulse converge.
Innocent and ancient,
taking up the tune
to play riffs,
singing the structure of images,
moving through the night
eerie demonic counterpoint
to pure essence
straining through.
A thousand petals open
to reveal the heart of the lotus
luminescent
mother of pearl.
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