मातृ (mātṛ)

…That night I crawled back
Into the womb
To see again
Your dreams in black & white
…to meet your demons.

The Raven
The Worm
The Dog.

I descended
Circle by circle
I danced with shadows
And sang with the dumb
I drank the black nectar of life & joy
I ate the white salt of truth.

…This morning I look at the snow
The cerement of the world is blinding white
Crows' silhouettes above paint black
Across the dirty milky canvas of the sky.

The triumph of the moment
The coldness of its splendour
Give meaning to the hollow
Turn mourning into mirth.

Let the bliss reign
Today is the festival
Will you ever have another chance
To revel at your own funeral?

Shout and scream
Pour the rivers of wine
Sing the hymns and dirges, all at once
For it's your last time.

Our answers lie beneath the snowy shroud
The warmth of breath won't melt away the ice
Only the Sun will, burning the eyes
Boiling the blood, tearing off the flesh
To the white bone
To the black stone.

So sweet of them
To let this tragedy persist
To play the ancient drama
Of setting us face to face
With ourselves.

The Worm
The Dog
The Raven.

We grope our way in the dark
Where even snow seems black
We seek for purport
In the desert
Where only wind can speak
Thus, endless is our wandering
For what we long for is the end.

…Crows' silhouettes paint black
Across the canvas of the sky
The symbols they evoke
Are yet to be deciphered.