Intro; The psychopomp was an ancient greek spirit that guided the dead to their afterlife destination. I'm imagining it here as an old wise woman who gives cryptic (as in, my lumpy verse-prose!) utterances about the nature of reality. Hope you all have a good weekend!
THE VERSES OF THE PSYCHOPOMP
‘The old seeress sits by her grey stone booth,
on memory’s great ridge,
above the passage of times.
Seeress of the old days, kind prophet, alone,
you tell of our dark home,
as the wind of light chimes’
The seeress speaks -
1
“Behold, the glory of God,
the Consciousness without self,
the magnificence of transformation
As this temple of the world
As the eyes of the beloved
As the all encompassing,
within every mortal mind
2
Strong, unfolding all through light,
As a universal hinge
casting forth all temporal things
Eyeless sight as the hidden ultimate
Sourceless mind as pattern of the worlds
3
Where do I meet her-
Mother Wisdom?
Yea - as all the within and without.
Fully present is her pattern,
Like moonrise awaiting the moon
4
For-
from absence, time as presence appears,
as time, all things arise and dissolve,
time, and light, and million things,
into itself, the dark womb withdraws”