Solitary Candle

I discovered a truth.

But then decided to ignore it and live my life imprisoned by the walls of fear.

I kept it treasured as a secret in me.

And moved on trying to copy portraits in my field. But there was always something missing in the colors of the master piece.

Every day that passed I was getting tamed by a dream to learn the secrets in becoming

the leader of my star.

In the world there seems to be things that truly make sense, at least to me. But at the same time

there was always something uncertain or oblivious about them.

Like that mystifying tendency of a prophet to be Righteous without being a practitioner in the endless polar dance of life.

The love of people to be called the chosen yet the good and the bad dwell among them alive.

The Existence of Love and peace in religions, yet without hate and war they cannot survive?

Or sentencing a criminal for death, and his acts from the produce of society's seeds are derived.

Something was missing, and I was curious to find..

It was a mystery just like that blackness of matter taking place in the deep whole night.

But then I contemplated carefully and asked "How can I know darkness without the light.."

The sky has its own war and peace.

Stars shine when they accept darkness to be their shield.

Touching at the edge of the horizon, signing the treaty of dawn to become the healed.

Fulfilling the thirst of my needs ..

Just like the Hermit's obsession by his eastern star and where it leads..

Shining alone around the eternal darkness of her desires.

The pillars of knowledge kept extending up higher and higher.

Till I took a deep breath and it got me really tired.

So I came back home to rest on the silent tunes of loneliness.

Listening to my body, that kingdom of nine gates and its holiness.

But I remembered that the wise finds no delight in the misery of the material senses,

So I turned the lamps off, and gave space for the Solitary Candle of my heart to light the darkness of my inner lenses.

And I became the healed..

The Light dwelling between my atoms kept igniting.

The more I know,

the more I recede..

I started calling out the truth in me,

but I had to pay the price for entering the exile of the wise.

Exiled from walking on Earth, I had to find a way to survive..

I started building wings from the feathers of my words, and flew beyond the miseries of the ground.

The candle's fire has grown, but I had to take control over it

So I remembered those wise words :" be humble like the bird"

And I heard..

Fire was only used to make things less absurd.

My life kept ageing ..

Rhymes are changing..

It was never about finding answers for ideas of conflict and fight..

It was more about building the love that never loses the sight..

So I picked the stones of ignorance one by one, and build a house of balance..

Of love and light

"You are in the heart of the Beloved, that is what will make you shine so bright"

That is a truth.

When you truly understand, you will be alright.

Written by Hassan Ismail

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