Glow arose without a spark
Soft as dawn before the dark
Not from flame or burning thread
Not from sun or starry bed
Brightness breathed without a name
Shined before the world became
Soundless pulse through formless space
Infinite in humble grace
Bodies borrowed from its gleam
Minds mistook it for a dream
Yet beneath each passing breath
Stillness outlasts time and death
Light not born cannot be gone
Silent truth that moves the dawn
When all forms dissolve remain—
You are light without a chain