The Great Emptiness

[ Ego, Orpheus, omnibus qui in vitio erraverant fui mors.]

The ominous music of the flute slowly bestowed grievous spells in the underworld, like an ancient serpent eternally waiting in the hallows to assume the very form of all existence. Whether it was a hallucination was yet to be established, but she could sense that Orpheus was omnipresent in hell, although the diagram of death seemed only a distant aspect of his entire psyche.

Sandhya was beginning to understand that the poet whom she once ignored as a lost soul was the very essence of loss, an immense emptiness, yet yearning for love in the soul.   

This hypnotic immensity was perceived in every form of the masculine that shaped the structure of fear in hell, consisting of the mighty trees, the moonlight, and the endless spectacle of mortal remains that were consumed by the valley of dry bones.

It was as if the moon was the eye of this dragon, and its immeasurable corpus shaped the very darkness that pervaded everything. With a trembling heart, she could sense that even her multitude was rather small compared to the great evil that Orpheus embodied.  

However, she felt that Orpheus was not inconsiderate, and he understood the sad heart of Sandhya, the lament of the mother who was doomed to lose all her sons, with no resurrection in eternity. It was as if the distant, dark ocean had nothing to do with the drowning men, yet the evening breeze comforted the mother who was safe at the shore.

She intended to curse the sea, but when she stood at the shore, staring at the horizon, she could not imagine her curses altering the endless darkness. Instead, the moon whispered to the black river that it was only fate that the men brought upon themselves, and she must accept it. To her surprise, she could not blame him for being unfair in judgment, for the woman knew her children were once ocean-born, and it was the verdict of the father who called them back to the grave.

Thus was the emptiness that the woman felt when she knew in her heart that nothing was going to remain the same, except for the great love that has held her for all eternities and beyond. 

Amendat te ascribi cum perfidis, et infernus consecutus est

Beati, salve! Mihi anima sum omnium, et aliena tempora sunt

Et sarcophagi creati, tua mortis dialectica conscia insignis

Sancte Pater, salve, mi animus, laudandus es.

संसर्गं तव धूर्ते: संस्करोति, पातालं च पृष्ठतोऽन्वगात्।

कल्याणिनो नमोऽस्तु, मयि सर्वस्यात्मास्मि, विचित्राश्च प्रवृत्तयः॥

निर्मितानि च शवाधानानि, तव मृत्योः प्रबुद्धा विशिष्टा चान्वीक्षिकी।

हे परमगुरो नमोऽस्तु, हे मम चित्त, त्वं सर्वथा स्तुत्योऽसि॥

* Latin and Sanskrit written with the help of AI.