Drawing you back, drawing me down into ash
and charred cremains.
I am the blackening into the kingdom of her sorrow,
discovering
her subtle footprints .
Do not resist, knowing who you are, please
do not fear whether you are doing all right. Whichever
way you are coming she will enter here.
You need only open your hands to receive her.
The heart breaks beyond the edges, and she flows out, rising
Unbidden, filling my mind with the moon.
The Great Rest, Prajna to lie peaceful upon her abysses.