After long the terrible night,
flaming as hope searing the eastern sky
one with the dawn, she rises:
Now quenched of aeons
a soul-thirst of the suffering world
for realms of unending light;
Sing now the Gods in the hymns
of a thousand cherubs
flying past,
dancing among the ripples
in a hundred lakes and petals
awoken to the victory of joy;
Born of the flesh here mortal
now a Goddess no less
miracle end of a love
birthing across cocoon lives,
adorning her beloved vast
like a vermilion dot
the gong of the syllable high,
humming in the wind breaking,
hair streaking clouds across the horizon,
and yet a human She is like us,
but for all the cells,
transformed in the alchemy of light:
The bridge for our plane
to the wisdom worlds across
ascending past ought and nought,
into the arms of her beloved
the ineffable base of all that is;
And thus went the first of us
a daughter of the mountains
that ascended from here,
uncovering for us the paths
to the realms of unending light
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
After long the terrible night,
flaming as hope searing the eastern sky
one with the dawn, she rises:
Now quenched of aeons
a soul-thirst of the suffering world
for realms of unending light;
Sing now the Gods in the hymns
of a thousand cherubs
flying past,
dancing among the ripples
in a hundred lakes and petals
awoken to the victory of joy;
Born of the flesh here mortal
now a Goddess no less
miracle end of a love
birthing across cocoon lives,
adorning her beloved vast
like a vermilion dot
the gong of the syllable high,
humming in the wind breaking,
hair streaking clouds across the horizon,
and yet a human She is like us,
but for all the cells,
transformed in the alchemy of light:
The bridge for our plane
to the wisdom worlds across
ascending past ought and nought,
into the arms of her beloved
the ineffable base of all that is;
And thus went the first of us
a daughter of the mountains
that ascended from here,
uncovering for us the paths
to the realms of unending light
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