The Dark Matriarch

Cimmerian of hue
Th’enduring Matriarch;
Corporeal yet incorporeal
Dwelleth She
In glorious mansions infinite,
Bedecked in swirling melismas
Of kaleidoscopic brilliance
And in deep dark
Whence none may egress find.

Her fingers yet caress
Each bright assemblage
That be Her jewellèd form
And venerated disposition - aye too,
In spaces all that linger well
As soundless sentinels
To bed Her children down
In quietude secure,
She lives Her lovely life.

Constant in growth She moves,
Outspreading All within The One,
An everlasting wonder iridescent -
Veracity in resolute perfection.

We see, we feel and understand
The pledge of life profuse;
And all our yesterdays,
Our years extant,
Yea all our firm futurity
Are bound as one
In ageless perpetuity.
Within my soul roameth She ~
My silent spirit Her sweet breath,
Until She summoneth me
From paths of consummation
To swiftly homeward steer
For Kaer Pedryfan,
The celestial bliss

Of Gwynfa Gorawen.*

(* Paradise of Rapture)

Hubble Ultra Deep Field,
the nearest yet to approaching The Matriarch.

The Beginning and Ending of all manifestations

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aka Gareth Pengwerin 2014

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