Try and cage the light.
Watch as the light cracks its cage letting in more, light. Like a beach ball under water. Rumi, Leonard Cohen, both were right and wrong. Dualities aside the light always wins.
Wins—as if there were anything to win, or lose for that matter. Expansion in the contraction. Yang within yin, yin within yang, all Just the same light, and Death.
Oh, sacred beloved, death.