All Is Dark

All is dark
Inside and around:
Then what is this light
That now and then blinds?

The stench
Of closed, corrupt stagnation
Fills the nostrils:
Then what is this far-off fragrance
That rushes the windows
And grasps the senses?

Every principle sold
Each lie many times told:
Then what is this mirror
That rejects ambivalence?

Rushing headlong into oblivion
Awareness, soaked in impermanence:
Then whence this belief
In eternity?

Such is the hold of the Mother:
You might have forgotten
Where you came from
Yet, she has not
Forsaken you

She has not
Forsaken you