Did I perceive this memory as a
remembrance within itself;
Did I envision this light as a
light within itself, brilliant and
self-sustained! As if there was no
new discovery in the switchover
from kerosene lamps, to halogen,
to neon. That these were just passages
in lifetimes! For I always felt the
luminosity of the most distant star
reach me and touch me the moment of its
outburst – that time is no lapse in distance!
Like a gem that was given to me, the instant
it was discovered in the most faraway mine!
Dad, you are so colossally mine! Rains come,
clouds disperse, seasons change, aeons
are forgotten, Ages fall; but you are always there!
A light shining through, a voice calling out.
As if without that resonant echo, all those
mountains would have no pinnacles of beauty,
but just be lying there – as soulless objectifications!
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