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