The deeper you go, the darker it gets.

For infinity hides cunningly in the sinews of your veins—
Blood thick drips with the memories of your Ancestors:

Every triumph, every terror,
Every pain that split what’s tender.

Deeper, downward into Earth,
Backward, forward, made from dirt.
Light encoded — body knows —
Every moment shadow shows

How far is left still to reach

Primordial Dawn.

The portal opened by awakening to Divine Love
is a crucible
In which you will meet your Maker —

Yet not a god with spite to damn you,
Only your blood and might
to awe you.

Every shadow, every sin,
Every refusal to look within

Will be illuminated by the consequence
Worn on the face of your beloved.

— MEHTA MAYAH
2025