Perfect emptiness knows
A nothingness so full
No space could e’er disclose
Nor time’s ribbon unspool.
Nothing that contains all
In one reality,
Absolute, vast and whole,
Pure possibility.
As dawn from night must rise,
So being emanates,
And each soul born then dies,
Desiring higher states.
As struck bells - after - sound,
Or ancient stars still shine,
Souls in silence redound,
Seeking their whence to find.
The depths from which we spring
We are - and yet are not:
Our origin’s ending,
The thought preceding thought.
There, darkness spreads her veil
And blankets mortal sight
Which seeks to no avail
To find its source of light.
What flows rests in our core,
Concealing who we are,
Substance we oft ignore
And all our senses mar.
Our light is beyond reach
Of what mere minds can glean,
But graces love in each,
Witnessing, yet unseen.
By its spark souls are lit,
As lamps unto the night,
Living but to transmit
An everlasting light.