The matter we are made of is as old as the universe, our lives a part of the dragon of change, like waves in the waters of an ancient sea, rolling forward with a momentum not our own.
Wandering in the liminal spaces, walking between worlds, we meet her. She is the womb of all life, the essence of mystery, the resting place of souls…she is the soul of deep shadow and the wellspring of inspiration…effortless, inexhaustible, not to be feared, but cherished.
They are mothers of myriad worlds, lighting countless nights, each the pivot of her own system, pouring out her own flame whether there be a planet there to catch it or not. Exposed on all sides, she is a beautiful picture of empowered vulnerability.
A short poem about impermanence — not just realizing it, but embracing it for all beings