Absence of day gives birth to night
So the shadow, born of light.
Dark non-substance, all substance pervading
All reality constantly evading
Deprived of will, with no dimension
A figment of the lights invention,
Yet inseparable slave of light
Constantly resisting capture
Like some phantom manufacture
Weaves a web, each life to span
Enmeshing fragile brain
Till the brilliant midday sun
Disperses shadows one by one.
Only then, will incomplete reflection
Reveal its Absolute perfection