When light spoke
Darkness went silent
And stood aside
For light to shine
When light danced
Darkness seized all movement
And stopped in its tracks
And made a way for light
When light shone
Out of sight
But right by its edges
And soon light saw
Was nothing but
Its own unconquered space
The places it did not travel to
Its undiscovered Self
A Self which hides
And then seeks
Not yet knowing that
That which seeks
And that which is sought
Are one and the same
What a miracle, to hang by a thread..
You’d think it would wither, but It blossoms instead.
It lives and It breathes and It moves and It feels!
And reveals Itself through what It conceals.
It would rather come forward than hide in the dark
But It knows that Its splendor would leave such a mark
That its very own eyes would not dare look Its way
For how could a verse contain the whole play?
So it… plays and it runs and it stumbles
And it seeks with such ardour and follows such goals
And it thinks that it’s found IT
But then seeks again
And when it’s done searching
It’s already there.