Darkness by Yvonne Aburrow
The innocent darkness
receives and transforms
what is freely given to her.
The dark child dances
among the stars.
The radiance of night
is hidden in the deepest space.
The singing of the aether
can only be heard
if you are listening.
The prima materia,
disregarded by the philosophers,
is the darkness, the pregnant silence.
The silence receives all, gives all,
and plays with manifestation.
The alchemy of nature
in the athanor of the stars.
The opening of seeds
in the darkness of the earth.
The dance of life and death
as it moves, it moves, it moves.