ISIS
1
‘I see at times,
between waking and sleep,
the form a great lady-
a woman, crowned with a weeping-willow,
between it’s branches, an abyss of darkness -glittering,
a shawl as of the evening sky.
Her radiant face, white light that does not blind,
In the empty firmament of change
She is image of the formless life,
Virgin of the field of consciousness,
Her crown, marked with the words;
‘No ultimate beginning,
No final end'
The patterns on her shawl-
Each interpenetrating all,
Unending, none cleft,
on the warp and the weft
2
She closes her eyes, and an ocean of light
bathes the universe in brilliance.
She intones-
“Being formless, I present all forms,
Being nothing, I bind all things,
Being empty of self, as all selves I appear,
I am life, dialectic, and force,
find your rest in my ceaseless course
3
Self-caused, Self-arisen,
complete One, yet endless flow
From uncaused, unarisen
both ‘thou’ and ‘I’ grow.”
4
She lifts the mantle of light, a lo-
the world plunges into night.
She calls-
5
“I am that One,
Making of themselves millions,
From whom light and darkness are as twin gates,
From out which flow’th the world, as a river forked.
Disclosing all through life and death-
and yea, though light be the measure of all things-
all returns within me, even the light.
Child, though thou know’est of me but little,
I am all thine experience,
Yea, I am thy life, thy world, thy spirit,
Thy Mother,
forever and forever.”
Beautiful! It reminded me of this Rumi poem, one of my favorites
No Room For Form
https://sonocarina.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/no-room-for-form/