He walked in a cave.

He saw a green flame ablaze.

The green truth seized him.

Around the fire floats thoughts,

Incredible and deep thoughts,


The kind of thoughts that

Inspire and rekindle

The flame within us.


The thoughts rode in bowls

The bowls were made of symbols

That the sages wrote.


He saw the sun rise.

Being inside of a cave,

Quite impossible.


A blue light streaked up,

As a white light descended,

Away and towards.


White energy poured

From the ceiling, and then

Red flooded below.


The man in the cave

Drank in the green fire’s truth

And he became green.

The colors were now at his

Command and the shadows fled.

Cave sight by Daniel J. Neumann