Night

Lie on the earth and rest.

My Earth–heart beats in health.

Synchronize with Me.

To share My green and growing joy,

drop shame, choose gratitude,

and call Me: Night is My name!

I Am brilliant dark. 

You see Me just as well

with your eyes closed.

I Am alive inside you.

You could not live

without My secret hidden work.

(Before you were born

I helped you grow,

at peace, inside your mother,

free-falling, asleep in her red dark.)

I restore you

with My sweet night of sleep.

I Am winter, dirt

where seeds are sprouting,

ready to grow.

Inside My fragrance,

love blossoms, a moonlit flower.

Dreams, poems, visions

dance in My fertile soil.

Potent potential, all encircling,

I cradle crescent glimmering of joy. 

When you feel hope is gone,

I Am making hope reborn,

as all things are, of night.

Enfolding you, I am deep enough

to hold all time and space,

tumbling life and death

safe within

the creative darkness of My womb.

Trapped in finitude, you strain your sight,

hoping beyond hope to stare past death

into the pupil of My celestial eye,

dilating stroboscopic

in the rhythm of breath.

I Am Milky Way and snow-drift,

filigree of atoms whirling,

I Am still, before and after, all around

this individual moment that you are,  

precious, astonishing!

I Am the Future,

rooted light years into the past,

swallowed by black holes.

In resonance with My Mystery,

be, fearless:

all that you may become!

I Am the gate

through which you enter

into the mystery of reality.

You are born

out of My womb of mystery,

and you die

into the embrace

of My tomb of mystery.

You tumble safe

in My creative Void.

Praise Me, Dark Transformer,

Cosmic Mother of All!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018