The dance of electric and magnetic flows,
Forms the essence of light.
In the photon’s realm,
Beginning and end are one.
Thoughts are like timeless photons,
Unbound by the march of time.
When anchored in matter,
They succumb to decay and loss.
Where rust eats, and thieves steal,
The stored fades away.
Embrace the way of timeless thought.
Return to the light within.