IN HER HOUSE (Dakini Day)
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In her house of stars
the dark one’s hunger is unabated.
Clothe yourself in time and space and it will not be
Half enough
to approach her roaring silence.
The void around which the cauldron’s form is boiling:
All the gods burn bright
to feed that eternal heat.
Spinning arms dredge the web of roads between emptiness.
Vast is the well and vast the language.
The proud will not find it.
The worthy will not find it.
It is not what you are, nor what you would wish to be.
So hungry it can never be sated,
So full it can never be found.
Words approach and are swallowed.
Eternal dancers surround it.
Pillars of smoke are its witness:
The primal hole where gods ejaculate and die.
Supreme Glistening Darkness, we hear your song and tremble.
We draw your name as the moving waters do.
Down, down, down.
We do not know by knowing.
We do not remember anything by remembering.
Be still. Be silent.
The spiralling throne finds us and draws us in.
A cold breath passes through us.
We sigh and become glorious.
—
simonhlilly 