I wrote this poem one morning after meditating for 4 hours as the Sun came up and went into late morning. I watched as the light gave way and parted its legs for the beautifully penetrating light to come and impregnate the darkness of the mind with the seed of self-gnosis.
The primary source of luminance,
in this abysmal dark eventide,
is that which burns in thy soul.
that is the Sherpa more certain than the foreday sun;
on the whole.