Mother, mother, burning bright, Guardian of mysteries hidden in night.

Why are your origins shrouded, so cold? Occluded truths, stories left untold.

The beginning slips beyond my grasp— Knowledge dances, elusive, too fast.

It seems the truth I seek, I’ll never keep, A fleeting glimpse that’s buried deep.

Tiger, tiger, burning bride, Ferocity roaring, wild inside.

Do you long to devour me whole, And sink me into your shadowed soul?

The darkness calls, it draws me near, Whispers of home I begin to hear.

In my heart, I know, I see— This is my celestial destiny.

The throne of three, the one and three, Life divides and shapes what’s meant to be.

Walls rise, sides appear, structures form, Yet through breath, we weather the storm.

I inhale through my nose, release a sigh, My tongue on the roof, as time drifts by.

All will be revealed, all will be shown, In the place where Gaia reclaims her throne.

The primordial seat, the seed kept inside, A precious gift, where mysteries abide.

Distilled and calcined, reformed and refined, What’s lost returns, reimagined in kind.

The pearl at the bottom of the sea, Kept hidden away, even from me.

Safe in the deep, keeping safe, keeping whole— The essence intact, preserved in my soul.

-natalie