Mother Night

 
 
 
Darkness is not defined by
absence of light.
Shadow cavorts unbound to 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,
sends out waves,
reverberations
rippling through deep ground.
Under water caves
feel the pulse, the beat, the becoming.
Interval, space, and impulse converge.
Innocent and ancient
take up the tune,
play riffs,
sing the structure of images.
Eerie progress through the night.
Counterpoint,
pure essence
strains through.
 
A thousand petals open,
reveal the heart of the lotus.
Luminescent
mother of pearl.
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