Mother

Published in The Percival Review issue 20

Picking her teeth with a satisfied grin,

the Mother of Life eats herself again.

The serpent and fire of the widening gyre,

appease their hunger and timeless desire.

 

In the cauldron of man the dualities blend,

beginning the black and white trend that will follow us to the end,

the eternal storm that lies beneath the skin and skeleton of us all.

 

Soul begins,

and speaks in tongues until the mind transcends.

And black persists to encourage the fall,

attempting to consume individually all.

Great masks now stand with shadows cast out,

eliminating the light and instilling doubt,

of the divinity found within men and women,

and what truly opens the gates at the end,

 

Love.