Deep dark nothingness, <br />(empty, still): <br />so say the eyes that wander, <br />across the space between, <br />seeing, not seeing, and seeing not; <br />as the lonely star <br />speeds across the heavens. <br /> <br />We follow the star <br />(seeing it not) <br />and even in the darkness, <br />as we exalt its splendor <br />from so many centuries past, <br />we see only darkness between. <br /> <br />Then that darkness, <br />(in mind’s eye known) <br />to be full of light <br />that has no object to be lit; <br />full of knowledge <br />waiting for its question; <br />full of existence <br />with no need to exist. <br /> <br />And then; <br />then the new born <br />(residing in all hearts) <br />declares; <br />you are the star <br />that lights the dark. <br /> <br />We know not what we are; <br />and wise men write <br />(so that it might not be forgotten) , <br />that which cannot be held in memory; <br />is never lost.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-christmas-day/
