Of Dark Night

In accordance with the
Essential pattern,
The sweet will rose up.
Burst open.
No misconceptions here.
Perceptions unclouded.
"Not to tame your soul, sister".
"Not to curtail your wildness,
in this vast and sensual
wilderness."
To construct. To create.
To fashion with elegant
And meaningful might
That which begs to be fashioned.
In light. In darkness.
To participate in. To play in.
To thrive in the very bloody
And brilliant myth of creation.
Ever over and over and over again,
Reinventing the wheel.
Sweet, powerful, inventive self,
Forming in dark night
All that moves to glorious light.

© Margot Van Sluytman
From Of Dark Night