Flame Of The Hidden Light Poem by Chris Leermakers

In silence deep, beyond the veil,
Where shadows dream and stars grow pale,
A spark ignites the inward eye—
A question born beneath the sky.

Not dogma's chains, nor skeptic's stone,
But reason's flame, in truth alone,
Illuminates the sacred thread
Between the quick, and all the dead.

Geometry in starlit dance,
Equations pulse in mystic trance,
Each soul a waveform, vast, divine,
Unfolding in a grand design.

No priest, no book, no holy war—
Just mind ascending evermore.
The Logos sings in hidden spheres,
A music only silence hears.

The world, a dream of numbers spun,
The many drawn back to the One.
And in the dark, the lucid burn,
The gnostic few who dare return.

Awake, O soul, cast off the night!
The cosmos waits for minds alight.
In you the secret fire lies—
The truth that never lives or dies.