Passing Through
the raging storms
of deepest night,
all is in darkness.
Hope Evaporates;
despair rules now
in the realms of Death.

In the spiral vortex
of the blackest hole,
the endless tunnel
leads nowhere.
Confusion abounds,
nowhere to rest,
nothing to hold onto.

While I die and die
endlessly,
ever letting go
of everything
I once held dear.
I wonder how
I created this?

Are all we see outside
true mirrors of our soul?
Cannot it be
that the mirrors we see
sometimes
are distorted
in order to test
our sureness of Purpose
and clarity of vision?

As we pass
through this stage
of our initiation -
losing everything
and everyone,
drowning in despair,
we crash and burn.

Another black hole
has been entered
and passed through
like a succession
of merciless hells.
We are smashed
and reforged,
smashed and reforged.

Yet, something remains
when we finally emerge.
Something survives,
lessons are learned.
The planetary body
is made lighter from that
which we have transmuted.

Opening our eyes
we gaze upon the edding embers
of tempests past,
wondering at our survival,
in awe that Light remains
and like a wizened child
we rise and begin anew.