The Dark Mother

The dark mother

She nourishes with the milk of dark matter. Like the Milky Way from her breasts.

She isn’t hysterical and holds love in the deepest cry and screams and tears .. she has known pain and so she can now hold it all in her subtle ecstasy

In her arms one finds the deep rest for she breathes out death as she breathes in life

The dark mother doesn’t care for excuses or stories - she dissects though them with one clear look and everything trembles but the truth at the center of all things

To be with her is to know your strength and worth for to love her is to love the dark

She will not stroke the wounds and pity the past. Her sting of penetrating truth and presence will provide the antidote for every drop of poison created by a restless mind.

She destroys as a force of nature itself for the sake of dark love and it arises from her fullness

The myth of her shrieking and tearing down walls in frenzy is but a projection of our unloved parts that have never received mothering

To be with her is to be in the tender power that exists in all creation

Where all is forgiven

And rests

In the darkness of the mystery