Eternity's Hallowed Womb.

Adaya Marcel.

 

 

Now, tonight,

 everything

falls back into the Mother,

gestating and gesticulating

within Eterny's hallowed womb...

an arbitrated tomb of reattached love.

 

Imploding only to explode next spring,

we live by virtue of the suffering, 

inverting perpetuity of death;

truth is our hooded and preditory

friend of reality.

 

Time folds pain into beauty....

beauty transubstantiates ugly

into necessary for the

good of the bounteous  

primordial soup.

 

The mother gives and receives

abundance as our bodies rest

fertile forever,

foetid eternity feeds the All.

 

Birth..afterbirth..rebirth..and so forth;

tucked within this bosom of Gaia

thus the stillborn becomes part

of the compost, part of the fire.

Mother feeds us all.

Mother....absorb us all.

 

Rivers of blood raged;

enough to overflow

the banks of the Amazon

and still, a moonlight serenade

felled every stalwart warrior;

reckoning the invincible heroes 

brave enough

to traverse the Milky Way

via Earth/Mother/Savior;

transmuting their crimson glory. 

Still and all,

they gleefully died thinking,

"I did everything

I could to serve you and Infinity." 

I know I would too,

if you even dared to ask this of me.

 

Those unconvincingly

perpendicular to the miracle

of this dark half of the year;

ha...welcome to

your Mother's waterfall of tears.

In the dark silence, embers warm

and murmurs discern our ancient dust

in a continuum of silky-smooth seasons...

..I give grateful salutations

to our Mother's Harvest.

All hail Sanhaim....

All hallow this sanctified eve.