love bares no sword long enough
no sword tempered, forged, or hardened in fires of hell enough
to stand light.
light, is greater than love
and this is why I laugh at you with your love prattling, your juvenile regurgitation of hapless poetry.
if you had but an ounce of reflection in you, you’d know the moth is not attracted to love itself, it isn’t even aware of love. from it’s commitment to light, it devotes a path into it to be engulfed in entirety, and cowardly poets have been prattling ever since about moths and love….
instead of just devoting to light.
A reflection off the blade of a sword and it renders the swordsman useless.
Too much light, and we’re blind.
Too little light, and we’re blind still.
Just enough, and we exist.
Love has got nothing to do with the ultimate reality.
That is why the best of creation was not born from love, but a drop of earth penetrating light, – nurun 3ala nur – light upon light.
And God Himself describes the similitude of Him
God is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The similitude of His light is as a niche wherein is a lamp. The lamp is in a glass. The glass is as it were a glittering star, lit from a blessed olive-tree, neither of the East nor of the West, whose oil would almost glow forth (of itself) though no fire touched it. Light upon light, God guides unto His Light whom He pleases, and God sets forth similitude’s for mankind, and god is All-Aware of all things.
Begin with knowledge. Knowledge is light.
It beams bright on your darkest fears and reminds you, you have the knowledge to walk here.
It beams bright on your most depressive moments and shows you the way out to elevated places.
It gives you the tools to deal with yourself, by yourself at your most vulnerable, because knowledge is light.
You can’t flick a switch and love yourself as these soulless and spineless saps spray venomously on T.V., media and other platforms. You need knowledge on how to do that.
You can’t just accept yourself because some guru said so. You need knowledge on how to do that.
Those types of knowledge are not found in anything made this century, or last for that matter. It’s far more ancient, and that quite simply is not fancy enough and doesn’t palate well with ultra consumerists who would buy knowledge in a pill if they could.
Because all I am reading about is sappy lust.
Your love is flavourless without the honesty and purity of light
I see your love, and raise you light!