Life and light
The first memory is of light,
only blissful limitless light.
Gradually forms appear,
Transparent, far, not near.
The forms fill out with colour;
over time they become duller.
They are solid and real by adulthood;
sensual pleasures then are good
and light has been absorbed a lot:
darkness comprehendeth not.
Meditation and the help of teachers,
work and love then lightens features.
Past mid-life, forms are again transparent,
light and bliss ever more apparent.
Will I soon be light again,
Is this the aim of life for Men?
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