The wall is not the source
Like the child in the field
Manifest of innocent spirit
The weary traveller on the road
The wandering ghost of the seeker
Whence forth the light shines
Is the eternal human spirit
Flowing in worldly ether
Fleeting moments, only if we grasp too tight
Letting the endeavour take us
We become companion in discovery
The human light in dark
Cast right alights
The path to the world
And soul, spirit and mind may be one
World no barrier to heart’s desire
All from the light on the wall
My agnostic atheism is often challenged by the perceptions of an invisible connecting link between human beings, and how it manifests in the experiences around us. So this poem is borne out of that uncertainty
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