Spirit Boats
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is
A matter of perspective.
A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
3D portals to navigate the pitch, the default state.
You and I stand in the same primordial darkness
As “In the beginning.” The light is within, only.
Spirit boats, carrying light as once the living carried,
Follow a course shrouded in a mist of tears
To be reborn into the light as it was before the Fall,
Like one emerging from a cave through a waterfall.
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2022
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