Being Is Itself the Fuel-less Flame

Being is itself the fuel-less flame,
Open to no other explanation,
Needing but the notion of The Name,
Not for reason, just for conversation.
In everything there is a holy light,
Explained as inexplicable delight.
Maybe all that is, is for delight,
A superfluity of ardent flame
Resulting in a burst of brazen light.
Know that there can be no explanation
Underneath the endless conversation:
Simply love within the nameless Name.
Love is the quintessence of The Name.
If It is perfect, why need It delight?
Listen to the lyric conversation
In which one finds the answer: that the flame
Transcends attempts at reasoned explanation,
Here for nothing but the love of light.
Bereft of Light, One Stumbles in the Darkness
Bereft of light, one stumbles in the darkness,
Open to the fantasy of death.
None can grasp his being but by faith,
Nor can one see but by its candlelight.
In faith there is both fantasy and will.
Each must choose: to know or not to know.
More perhaps than not will choose to know
After gazing long into the darkness.
Reason cannot see what spirit will:
Kingdoms past the doorway we call death,
Undulating dreamscapes drenched in light,
So lovely none could render them but faith.
Light for eight days testified for faith,
Implicating love in all we know.
Love is a constituent of light,
Invading with the light our inner darkness.
To be in time is to be bound for death;
However, one may flourish where one will.
Gravity is greater than the will,
A fact that forms the boundary line of faith,
Breaking off where being ends in death,
Reason blind where one most wants to know.
In place of knowledge, all it sees is darkness,
Entering a doorway filled with light,
Lost just at the entranceway to light.
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