Yasmin Hemmat writes

The Entrance to the New Womb

When I blink out, the whole universe disappears
and all I can make out is
encroaching darkness,
the utter loss of warmness,
a plain which is abandoned by its sun.

When I blink out, I feel the disappearance of
the ponderous burden of being
and all I can perceive is
my weightless soul
raging against the dying of the light.

But what about the eternal light which I should see,
the entrance to the new womb,
the emptiness,
the shapeless void in which is
shaped a new life.

New York Street with Moon -- Georgia O'Keeffe