They are alone. Surrounded on all sides, they stand as one. The one melting through the hole in the sky, pouring down onto the earth in a brilliant cascade. Showering the group with the ages of everything as they are born and die, and they are revealed. The group stands in silence, gazing into the source.
Each holds their line firmly, they weave the web as upon a loom. The circle spins and the eye envisions the plan above them as they watch it unfold into being. Everyone sees everyone else as the eye guides their hands. Effortlessly, the net is spun and the design is impeccable.
The essence of time, the shower of wisdom flows down over all and the net catches a rain of jewels. Sparkling brightly against the night, reflecting off each and every face in the group, lighting the smile in their eyes. The pure light covers their facets and distinctions as the melting flows in both directions.
The pulse of the All beats like a bass drum as the horns of truth carry the feeling for an eternity that the unspoken word always rhymes upon.
The Song.
Dancing lights in the night.
- rajajuju
