Poem told by Friya during Atysmas Story telling, 2nd CA 2576:
A light which illuminates, must expire;
Giving comfort and light, it quietly stills.
A light which illuminates, its desire,
to merely stand guard where its Master wills.
A light which illuminates, must satisfy,
those who can only consider its glow.
A light which illuminates, must gratify,
those who want power, not only its show.
A light which illuminates, fails to meditate,
whether it is one or many to avail.
A light which illuminates, must radiate,
where it is needed as it leaves its trail.
A light which illuminates, by One's purpose,
nothing more than reflection to be shown,
of the everlasting light within us;
a light which illuminates for us alone.
A light which illuminates, must expire;
Giving comfort and light, it quietly stills.
A light which illuminates, its desire,
to merely stand guard where its Master wills.
A light which illuminates, must satisfy,
those who can only consider its glow.
A light which illuminates, must gratify,
those who want power, not only its show.
A light which illuminates, fails to meditate,
whether it is one or many to avail.
A light which illuminates, must radiate,
where it is needed as it leaves its trail.
A light which illuminates, by One's purpose,
nothing more than reflection to be shown,
of the everlasting light within us;
a light which illuminates for us alone.