Nothing but light runs forever:
All things of matter and energy,
thoughts and experience, mind
and body will one day wither and die...
But the light they leave behind will stay forever...
All darkness may disappear as it is fed only
By bodies who conceal and restrict the movement
Of light;
So when all care and courtesy subside,
All that remains is the light....
One that casts no shadow and gives off no heat
Only the natural warmth of it being there
One that learns no limit as it silently beams
like eyes from a steady stream
of devoted notions and uncured perpetuity...
The dead may lay restless in their graves
Or sleep in heavenly peace
but nothing is as silent as the light.
When it flows and when it glares
It is inevitable as the Lord when He's there
After all the light is He, and He the life
All will be transparent in this light,
And there will be no hiding place;
Not even the mind of thoughts that linger.
It knows no boundaries; neither of nature nor knowledge
As it moves sleeplessly through space, time and terrain.
By now all but one have subscribed to its perpetual source;
That the bearer of light
The key holder to its ultimate reign
Be Man- Wo-man- Hu-man- is a Wow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem