A Really Deeply Human Process Poem by Genova Maaa my mother

The dark night is then
really a deeply human process,
in which the self
which is so firmly established
upon the supernatural plane,
which thought itself to be so spiritual
is forced to turn back,
to leave the light,
and pick up those qualities
which it had left behind.

Only by the transmutation
of the whole man
can Divine Humanity be formed.

The formation of this Divine Humanity,
the remaking of man
is the mystic's only certain
ladder to the Real.