Spaces in the void call to the mother
Whose great emptiness is full of all things
Her center pulls in every dark emotion
Turning hate to love and loss to plenty
Taking pain and replacing it with peace
She, a steady river, pulls in a deep current
Churning silt to spin in hurricane spirals
Guiding the flood to the mighty ocean
Mixing faded browns with rusty reds
Blending the chaos into a cerulean blue
— Deeper than the blackest seas combined —
At night, the mother of nothing speaks
Folding darkness into a never ending
Block, uncarved from the empty thoughts
That pivot towards the many worldly desires
And back to the infinite source of her heart
She sees all and holds all within
She is everything, yet she is nothing
An endless void wider than space itself
Yet smaller than the point of a needle
She is our mother, our love, and our pain
— Rolled into one —
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
Spaces in the void call to the mother
Whose great emptiness is full of all things
Her center pulls in every dark emotion
Turning hate to love and loss to plenty
Taking pain and replacing it with peace
She, a steady river, pulls in a deep current
Churning silt to spin in hurricane spirals
Guiding the flood to the mighty ocean
Mixing faded browns with rusty reds
Blending the chaos into a cerulean blue
— Deeper than the blackest seas combined —
At night, the mother of nothing speaks
Folding darkness into a never ending
Block, uncarved from the empty thoughts
That pivot towards the many worldly desires
And back to the infinite source of her heart
She sees all and holds all within
She is everything, yet she is nothing
An endless void wider than space itself
Yet smaller than the point of a needle
She is our mother, our love, and our pain
— Rolled into one —
I’ve spent a long time thinking about the point where ancient philosophy and modern physics eventually collide. This piece is a meditation on the Dao; the "uncarved block" of potential, reimagined as a gravitational force. We often view the void as a place of absence or fear, but here I wanted to explore it from a maternal perspective: an active, nurturing source that takes the chaos of our world and filters it back into focus.
— L.R. Thompson
