In Old Egypt when the Pharoahs reigned supreme,
There lived a poor couple Ptahhotep and Nedjem.
Ptahhotep worked on the pyramid of Giza,
He was a very respected Architect.
Nedjem was a good mother and was overjoyed
When she gave birth to a little girl Nedjes.
“Nedjes means sweet and I will sing to you every day,
So you will be a sweet girl in every way.”
Nedjes grew up in a house of light,
One day she became interested in a boy in the village.
She was painfully shy and so felt invisible to him.
His name was AaH which is the name for the Moon.
He was a very handsome boy with many girlfriends.
Nedjes danced and sang when she was by herself,
But would become too shy to talk when she saw Aah.
When she found out he was getting married she was devastated.
One night Nedjes went to a lonely part of the woods and piled
Sticks to make a fire.
As the flames rose higher and higher she walked into the fire.
Just before she died she screamed:
“How does the invisible girl get seen but by the light
of the invisible fire.”
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David Wakeling (
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Another great mythical story and what is a myth but a representation of an archetype in humanity. To me light has always been the symbol of enlightenment and so in death as light consumes us we move on becoming enlightened. Formless it is invisible in its own light. In timidity there was resolve and bravery. There is also the side issue of how temporal are human desires and that are overcome by forsaking them not to speak of how we are often not noticed until after our death. This story is pregnant with meaning. I better stop before I get carried away. Thanks for sharing a fave
Thank you so much.You are right in your insightful critique.Mucho appreciado
How indeed! And for many a season I myself had walked into the flames of poetry for like reason. 🕊🙏🏻
I think you are seen by the invisible light.Thanks for comment compadre
Perhaps fuelled by it…or so consumed by it 🤩🙏🏻🕊
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