Seat in the Spectrum

Light is a most interesting concept.
Notice, I did not say thing, ideal, or state of mind,
because it is all of these,
I have been taught.

The visible spectrum of light is a drip in the vast array of possibility beyond our scale,
and it is in this scale,
I dare to wonder.

I've pondered these things of late, as those I know and those they know are soon to pass,
and it is in light
I choose to hope.
There is ultimate expectation and repose.

Many religions teach that God is the ultimate light, and that this light exists within reach for everyone
willing to stretch
for that seemingly impossible
level of the ethereal.

If we, as corporeal beings, prosecute our lives in a manner which strengthens our bond to light,
be it eating right, smiling, enjoying music,
or just helping another—
whatever the criteria may be—
we should gravitate
to a given spectral plane of light upon passing.

Consequently, as there is opposition to all things,
there would be a darker result for passing destruction, misery, and pain into the mix
of the great beyond.

At present, I do not fear death.
I am easily no angel.
I have crawled on my belly in a dire solitude of darkness, from which beings of great light have brought me forth.
Now, I cherish what eternity I am gifted,
with every smiling moment in the sun.

I will, sadly, not be on a level of that spectral light
with many whom I love,
be they lighter or darker,
as they have each
earned their own shades of grey.

I will, however, be with those who understand and love me
for exactly who and what I am,
for they are neither more nor less,
in any way,
and, in the end,
my sisters and brothers.

-Hermit King-

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