What matters? What gives form to force and causes being
In the womb of time and space?
The scientists seek manfully to glimpse within their scopes
A concrete cause.
Shall we, by peering out into the vasty depths of cosmic range
Perceive a great eye looking back?
Shall we, in homely earth, in particles too small to see,
Discover insight? Answer the great Why?
Shall That which in beginning did give rise
To matter be defined
By that which It created?
What is the nature of the Source?
How can the child truly know the parent
Save by in turn becoming?
And then, what matters?
To what is Intent fired by Will applied?
What from the kiln of cosmos realized comes forth?
What from the utterance of Source is made?
It is all Light
In all its permutations; all
Vibration, all emanation of inhalation,
Sacred aura of the holy Breath,
Radiating from infinite Source
This is a Truth, yet this is not the Answer
For the great Why yet remains.
The child looks up and questions
And the parent oft replies,
"Because I say so."
About The Eye of the Crone
The perspective shared here is one that comes from decades of experience, study, and personal unfoldment. It is ultimately the result of an unexpected spiritual awakening that occurred in 1971, by which a foolish young woman touched Wisdom, and became a dedicated student of the Divine Being.