Spark

Where does darkness end and light begin?

This ever-blurring microscopic edge of dawn

intrudes onto our concept of right and wrong.

How does night exist within the circle of dawn’s existence?

Even the thought drives light, brings light,

Births light in the darkest moment and there – light.

One particle of glimmer, of spark, of flame

And night, dark despair, is shattered—

Sundered like the temple veil – and cannot rise.

Vanquished it withers under the growing,

Breathing, soon all-encompassing circle of sun

Within the jar, the lamp cannot contain its own genii.

Shackles are broken, walls crumble, at a spark

And they will be no more.