To everything that exists
a place of feedback is opening up
like a colourful blossom on an apple tree.
And finally to you as well.
Will you bloom
or die in your own cold?
Only through feedback
has life flowed from species to new species
for millions of years all the way to human,
the only being that stares into the light of life
and matures in feedback on the seventh day
for millennia.
Will you turn
to the cruelty of the mirror of your descent in yourself,
or will you realize that you too are the mirror of light,
and accept it
to open the fragile flower of eternal life in you?
The Spirit of Truth 