Enlightenment

de Suin

I walk alone in these paths of darkness 

abundant in small rocks and broken glass,

that lead to no place and every place

beyond the hemispheres and imaginary lines.

 

And there I shall meet no destiny 

nor glorious reception in praise of my name.

I walk these paths on my tired legs

every passing day more willing to collapse.

 

Light did once make it all colorful — alive—

but now herself exhausted, she rips

the very fabric of beauty with both her hands.

A candle has been lit; a flame now exists.

 

Sometimes I look out of my dirty window,

out of my somber room, out to the brilliant outside 

and wonder, like often children do:

Is any part of this living canvas telling the truth?

 

  • Author: Rafael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2019 19:14
  • Category: Reflection
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