Know that in the darkness, free of shadow, Unto the primal moment, not in vain, Shines all that ever was, alive again. The star that shines upon the darkened meadow Has long since moved on to another night. As thoughts reflect off surfaces in vain. Bright thoughts shall give us surfaces in vain, Refracted through the mysteries of night. In words we see ourselves set forth again, Each incandescent in the wash of light Lingering across the golden meadow.
Light creates a double world of shadow.
In every thought and word a silent shadow Says its nothingness, until again All faith and doubt are swallowed up in night. Most lust for the intelligence of light. In wisdom what one sees, one sees in vain. Deep darkness is a blessing on the meadow. In time one finds one's way across that meadow.