A Treatise on Light and Darkness

the truth is always there
that woman nude lying in bed
waiting for no one
self-sufficient as she is
like the eternal fire of
the sun
the gentle softness of light
that finally lands on
the grass
on early morning

she is eternal
mother of all mothers
her breast with flowing milk
for all the babies
of this universe

in the vast darkness
light pierces every space
travels
without any definite arrivals
departures
not always final