Threshold diary: Not not divine

Gathered around a campfire, the people of the village and I listened to the elder, telling an old story.

A star is falling through the sky,
Trailed by spheres of life.
The heavens sing a lullaby,
While hell screams in the night.

A golden shine ignites the dark.
What bliss, eternal spark!
The good, the bad, the in-between.
Three worlds never apart.

To find the equilibrium,
A fall first has to start.
Without the depths, there is no climb.
No challenge, no reward.

On razor’s edge now’s moment stands,
A point in waves of change.
The sky falls in, the flame burns out,
Peace deepening the range.

To know the light a point contains,
At edges of the waves,
Where ideas end, and patterns stop
Mind yearns oblivion’s graves.

The simple, in its gravitas,
Transcending logic’s bind.
The lion says, Don’t be afraid,
And death says, I’ll be kind.

Until the end of deadly realms
The central star will shine.
Back home it goes, back to the source
The One not not divine.