The death of my lover
The little mind searches endlessly
for the dark shadows that reflect itself
moving around and around in a narrow passage
of time lost in it's reflection
A simple mind it is to think that it can
break free from that which has been woven
by the prince of the darkest of Night
This mind prays upon the shadows
awaiting them to become what they are not
Little selves acting in direct measure to the one
unified nothingness by which they came
This little vision becomes blinded by the ever growing Light
that seems to make them shine in their own darkness
The Light illuminates itself and pours it rays onto the
shadows bringing them back to their original state
The little mind shrieks and hides itself
awaiting it's death as more and more Light
infuses it's being.
Death be still
the Light has become you
Ananda 5/4/05
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