A Light in A Cave

I saw a light in a cave.

I saw a candle's flame flicker, unafraid.

I saw my hopes, my desires, my mistakes.

I felt the wrath of the wind rattle my terrain.

I felt the fear of a priest hiding his faith.

I felt instincts to survive, basic, ingrained.

I heard concertos of the past, felt the baton of the greats.

I awaited sunrise like a pagan, sacrificial blood drained.

I clung to the mountain, its timeless movements, its forever change.

There's an unseen, there's a brutal, yet serene, reason for being.

Yet we'll never grasp what it means.

For it goes beyond our given quest for "me".

I felt a divine sanctuary of the soul, of the brain.

I felt an inherent veneration for the sun, the cloud, the rain.

I felt my presence irrelevant, yet a reason to remain.

I saw a reflection of my pain.

I saw a memory yet to stain.

I saw a flicker.

I saw a flame.

I saw a light,

A light in a cave.