Light That Lights All Lights

That only sun, only moon, only star each one quests for That beacon that burns on eternally in each one's core Isn't it love—that's kind, warm, gentle, selfless, and endless? Isn't life without it, like a fine flower that's scentless? Going beyond mundane attraction and affection heights It's love that rises from a heart that kindles lacs of lights. Delight of devotion, desire, and dream for the divine It shines, like lamps of Deepawali, within each one's shrine. Through, with, and in its light, each one single-mindedly walks Each one breaks all blocks that hurdle the trails like boulder rocks. Doesn't one face the futile amusement of absurd death? Breath merged with the divine breeze—doesn't one attain rebirth?