A life of darkness marries the light.
All things shrouded in light; yet it is the dark giving light.
A bright light floats the void. Even in the darkness, the void is able to birth light.
Like a howling wind the light is born and deceased in the void.
The wind settles and the light takes form.
The bright light is gentle warmth guiding the void back into its roots.
When returning to the root; sadness.
All words are the past; is but a void; humor.
The bright lights are like cherubim: guiding the wind to calm.
When the wind is calm, blessed is thy breath.
Like a precious child with no mother, no longer abandoned in the darkness.
The breath comes to life; Revealing the mighty lights that are 7 branches in the tree of darkness.
These are the lights being born and deceased so they appear colorful.
Settle thy passions like a flower past summer.
The mighty 4 pillars of light appear. Supporting the realm of light in all the void.
A man comes for help, like a child with no mother. They pray with all their existence for this motherly love.
A treasure like compassion is not learned. It is only for those who are warmed by the light.
The greatest skill a man can learn is to temper his passion. Remain frugal when there is great wealth and trust in the simple when there is no wealth.
Simplicity has no name, no form, it is but a light in the void, freeing man from his past.
The essence of repentance is the simplicity.
Blessed are the destitute: No longer able to hide under common schemes.
No food no shelter, all is short. The darkness may arise, but even the last breath carries light.
To meet a seraphim is to be guided by the light: A mysterious savior with no name.