Light comes in,
And shadows go away,
Not vanquished,
But veiled.

As with concealed memories
Waiting out there at the edge
Of consciousness.
Darkness makes its spooky mark,
A palimpsest on the fabric of space.

Yet light could obliterate,
However,
The trace remains,
A black relief.

As brightness increases,
Shadows disappear.
Our form appears to rise, unraveled.
The more luminous we become,
The lighter we weigh,
Through light’s caress matter ends.

In this equilibrium
Between seen and unseen,
Light wipes off what is hidden beneath it.
But then,
There is a trick you can do with your fingers:
Press it.

Make it brighter
Or darker, that’s up to you
The decision is yours
But it’s something that’s not often known.
In warm bright or cold dark contact
Your core discovers how to go down or stay up.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.