You are the deepest darkness,
The whisper of resounding silence,
And the insight of instantaneous thought.
You are the great cosmic mother,
The wellspring of all possibilities,
The bottomless abyss of the unknown,
The depths of the earth, the ocean, and outer space,
As well as the vast inner space of the soul,
Who gives birth to light from the blackness of her womb.
You are the rage of primeval quasars,
The tidal forces of a black hole,
The power bursting forth from the splitting of atoms,
Which humbles the proud, destroys worlds, and makes universes tremble.
You are the chaos that drives change and choice,
The nemesis of cosmic plans and divine authority,
The violence that tears asunder beings, stars, and galaxies with blissful abandon,
For it is ties of blood that bind us to each other,
It is pain that opens hearts to compassion,
And it is through mortality that the oneness of all may be known.
Eternally cutting, shredding, and disintegrating,
Blowing apart, smashing together, and reassembling,
The myriad forms we cling to lose their grip,
The boundaries between us fall away,
And the perpetual dance of consciousness within all things surfaces,
That we may revel in self-renewing destruction,
And know that we are immortal.
You are freedom without limits,
To dream and despair,
To love and be abused,
To hate and to heal,
To strive and to surrender,
To be fearful as well as brave,
To be vulnerable as well as strong,
To hurt others and be hurt ourselves,
And to experience all expressions of infinity,
From every perspective of its inexhaustible diversity,
For if any expression is denied then we are neither infinite nor free.
You are the ultimate destiny of all things,
The absolute death of all that has definition and form,
And the complete liberation of self,
For without embracing the entirety of existence,
In all of its beauty, horror, and absurdity,
We can never know peace.
While the light of the daytime sun blinds,
In the darkness of night the universe reveals its splendor.