It began undivided;
it was the light of life –
and light shines by its own brilliance.
Then, for a reason not given,
this was no longer enough.
Not that it was not, but now… a belief.
The light did a strange thing,
it tried to contain itself in a single form
so it could be seen –
Because the rays of light
that illumine beauty
are invisible in themselves.
So the light made a hole in space
and began to pour itself in.
“they return to that fire which feedeth on their own souls.”
This imprisoned energy become matter,
now tied to a time and place
but no longer able to shine.
It could only become known
by absorbing the light of others:
reflecting back what it could no longer give.
A light that was free, unkept,
poured itself into a hole
that it might be known.
But now it cannot grasp its purpose.
Life, somehow, does not seem right.
It polishes the bars… but something is wrong.
it was the light of life –
and light shines by its own brilliance.
Then, for a reason not given,
this was no longer enough.
Not that it was not, but now… a belief.
The light did a strange thing,
it tried to contain itself in a single form
so it could be seen –
Because the rays of light
that illumine beauty
are invisible in themselves.
So the light made a hole in space
and began to pour itself in.
“they return to that fire which feedeth on their own souls.”
This imprisoned energy become matter,
now tied to a time and place
but no longer able to shine.
It could only become known
by absorbing the light of others:
reflecting back what it could no longer give.
A light that was free, unkept,
poured itself into a hole
that it might be known.
But now it cannot grasp its purpose.
Life, somehow, does not seem right.
It polishes the bars… but something is wrong.