The Sun swings easy
On his chariot through
the skies, sure and steadfast blessing,
Provident light trickles through my skin,
Seeps into my eyes, infiltrates brain cells,
Burning bright.
Have you ever imagined God's burning bush?
Speaking to you, crooning songs of a universe?
White fire in the wind-borne mind, the Messiahs
Drive through movie theatres in reverse.
There's no end to pain, there's always rain
There's always light, trailing dark robes of
Monad night.
Wonder why darkness is not a thing itself?
Why darkness is not mere absence of light?
It is what holds all light within itself,
Releasing Nihil into the mighty night.
Black is not a colour, nor monochrome,
But the entire palette suppressed.
White fire is liberation of infinite spectrums,
Every unforgettable joy and impossible regret.
The Sun won't hide its quantum drive
Its energy drives and rides our solarium,
An invitation "Be alive! “Be golden white!”
A being radiant, gathered by darkness
In the end, then, to sultry darkness
The grace of brilliance lend.
© Amrita Valan 2017
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