Thursday, 16 October 2014

Life

Life is like a dark cave,
when unopened eyes take their first stride,
As the babe exists in the dark, opens sense up down far,
Lighting matches of duly mistakes,
It stumbles on reading the inscribing on the walls.
The secrets of life it sees and through each tiny flame she lights awareness in her mind.
Rises up beyond reality and sees it through time.
As her feet crossed on, to the source of the light,
She tumbled back down set to find,
Another way back to the light divine.