Light That Lights All Lights

In the dark opaque night, across the sonorous space of solitude, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway meanders in the gloomy labyrinth of agony. The self-obsessive free-will, ever seemingly dormant, envelopes the mind with an illusory immanent veil, obscures the ordained destination. Trudging at the fringe of trying tolerance, I hear the whispering wind of innate wisdom tell me, this journey has no meaningful end. I’m in the nebulous ambit of ambiguity, find the desolate soul in the grip of anguish shadow. As I see the overcast bleak sky crash down, I collect fortitude in darkness from the debris of hope, pray for the eternal light God to illumine. I travel liberated out of the murky abyss of anguish on the inward blessed journey, through the pious layers of consciousness, perceive in the essence of the devout soul the radiance of the divine beacon, lighting up the screen of the enacting life. The portals of the inner domain then open, where the piety lotus blooms for me, suffused with omnipresent gleam of God’s grace. My lighted soul shines with the ethereal radiance in the infinite depth of the discernment space, like the flaring brilliance of a thousand suns. In my self-searching spiritual odyssey toward the edge of the enlightened eternity, I perceive the glow of the inner galaxy lighting all lights in the serene sanctum of stillness that turn me into a living light.