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light
last evening, as sheet lightning,
intense, pure, utterly authoritative,
behind closed eyelids

light
this dawning day, as a thousand dancing rainbow-lights
thrown around the sanctuary
by one small sun-worshiping crystal

yet neither the ‘inner’ lightning nor the
‘outer’ rainbows are the Great Light
spoken of by the sages and scriptures

no, the Great Light
is that which is silently watching without eyes:

unlit and unknowable
primal incandescence

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