Hints of light in the dark converse. Why do you feel lost, child? Your Buddha nature is always alight. Even as it observes the world of shadows. And the moon always returns to its fullness. After being destroyed by the night, And nurtured by the stars back to bright. Nurtured by the movements of the universe.
Go ahead, de-construct existence, woman child! You were born to bear. And the fire that burns life Is the torch you hold in the womb. Like the blazes of strife That keep forests, fields and hills abloom.
