the great light is silently watching without eyes


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


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