They said billions of years,
Since its beginning,
Matter has traveled,
To its morning.
Sleeping light is awakening,
Through flesh and blood,
Is making its way,
To its rising.
The heaviness of stone sleep,
Through inner Sun\'s grace,
Is gradually removed from eye,
To its clarity.
They called it the matter,
But little do they know,
That matter is pure
Unaware awareness.