Illuminism Poem by Chris Leermakers

Light breaks forth in ancient hues,
A whisper of truth, the mind renews.
Beyond the veil, a pulse, a spark,
A beacon guiding through the dark.

In hidden rooms, beneath night's veil,
Ideas gather, thoughts prevail.
Each symbol holds a sacred code,
The path on which the seekers strode.

Not power, but wisdom, the heart of the quest,
A knowledge unbound, the soul's quiet unrest.
The self dissolves in radiant streams,
Revealing the boundless, the woven dreams.

Through shadows cast by fear and greed,
The seeker learns just what they need:
To look within, the final rite—
Illuminism, the inner light.

No grand design, no grand facade,
Only a truth that we applaud.
The journey inward, beyond the night,
For each is the bearer of hidden light.