Infinite Light Within

In the beginning, there was only light.
Not light as seen by the eye,
but the radiance of pure intention—
the infinite whispering itself into being.

From this boundless source,
a single beam stretched outward,
not to leave,
but to express.

It reached a vessel—
wisdom—
first to receive,
first to reflect.
And some of that light, in gratitude,
turned to reflect back to its origin.

But the membrane between the infinite and the finite
did not permit the return.
So the light turned again,
and found its way into another vessel—
understanding.

From parent to child,
from child to grandchild,
the light refracts and refracts again.
It becomes narrower,
more shaped,
more able to build.

From blueprint to brick,
from intention to action,
from spirit to form—
the light continues,
each container both dimming and carrying its flame.

Even now,
you are made of this light.
You carry it
not as a torch,
but as a thread—
woven through your thinking,
your longing,
your gratitude.

The source is not behind you.
It is within the thread itself.

Just as moisture seeps through burlap
and cools the bag by what it loses,
so too the light that seems to leave you
cools and nourishes
what remains.

Radiant wisdom—
reflected but never caught.
Who thanks the mirror?