The Concealed Light

We have not ceased to wander. To err. To be interrupted. From the initial dispersal, through the present murmur of perpetual homesickness, we have forgotten. We have forgotten, forgetting the memory of home. Forgetting the warmth of memory. Falling, beneath, within the pulsating absence of temporal forgetting.

Memory. Re/membering. The reconstruction of de/constructed presence. Recollection. Re/collecting the initial wholeness that was lost, forgotten, when we were pushed away, out, beyond.

Light. To enlighten, in/light/in, to replace the lost light of memory. To swallow, devour, to be swallowed, to be devoured, by the light of lights. The unbearable light of memories so vast, so ancient. Memory that precedes the point of experience. Memory of the immemorial.

Beyond the beginning. Towards the initial opening. Back to/through the doorway. The place of interruption. Of coming and going. Beyond the demarcation of inside and outside. We light, we become light. We see beyond, otherwise.

We light the light of the concealed. The hidden. To reveal the concealed light, in its concealment. To remember, at the doorway. To be remembered.