Dawisgalakamama ᏓᏫᏍᎦᎳᎧᎹᎹ - The Obsidian Butterfly
Oh my beloved,
Oh my butterfly
She who is as fierce
as the obsidian dagger that cuts at the heart,
and as fair as yearning.
She who is nous,
Arising from the cocoon,
the transformation that is gnosis
and the struggle from the bondage of ignorance, liberation into ones own identity.
Oh behold her,
she who is the twinkling of understanding
in the eye of the soul partaking revelation.
Gaze into the abyss of the smoking mirror,
that it may know itself
and there be born a fire.