She lifts me,
High golden goddess-blue dome,
Where angelic vibration is circular
And beyond all theft.
There’s nothing to do.
Spirit, Mother, I know not how I will ever attain,
For now the I who judged it
Is silently at play on Your lap.
Do not jump, that IS the leap.
Abyss, no such thing.
The pearl of light shines on in the darkness
And the darkness has never put it out.