Friday, 19 October 2012

Into Eternity Unawares


To arise mutally
The sky is, in a way
The mother of the stars
Of course no woman is a mother
Until she has child
Space doesn't come to be
Matrix of the world 
Until there is a thing to nurture 
Opposites arise mutually.


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