Light
Some declare:
“when the lights go out you are gone.”
I can’t help wondering where?
Energy is never gone, it transforms, persists.
Maybe what we think of as light
is wrong?
Light can blind, numb the mind,
it can be sickly, drive you crazy.
Light can inflame a maniacs brain.
True light has nothing to do with photons,
it could easily be termed a darkening
and still have the same meaning.
Light is a ‘Knowing’
without the need for knowledge,
it is beyond any concept of light and dark,
beyond thought,
religion or any spiritual path.
it’s simply knowing
how to flip the switch.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
