Night is the dark Mother

Night is the dark Mother

As you empty out that dark contemptible well

Begins the journey of truth’s pledge, swifter than light;

Tachyonic sense gathers all knowledge as though

Even the night grasped the raison d’être of her flesh;

So in the will that has strength to battle, to prevail,

Could come stars from the superconscient fire;

Ruby of incalculable love in the heart smiles

For the infinity of joy to dazzle each where.

20 December 2024

Night is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid

Safe from too swift a waking to world-pain. ||138.14||

The featured image of the Dark Mother is a sketch drawn by the Mother

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