Sometimes we see a light.
It is so bright, so brilliant, so lovely that we become entranced by it.
Blinded by it.
It holds us so closely.
We become lost within it.
Wading in its newness.
Showering in the fresh aromas that it brings.
The first sight of it takes us – picks us up, shakes us – as if to say, I am here. Look at me.
We often forget what the light really is.
What is it?
Abstract: We cannot touch it, cannot taste it, cannot smell it.
It is right in front of us.
And yet, it is never to be reached. Never to be caught.
Never can we grasp it. Never can we hold on to it.
Never can we say, look at this – THIS is tangible. THIS is in my hands, now.
Our minds scorn our bodies —
After all, they cannot grasp the depth of the light.
The mind, too tired to wait for the body to understand this light,
It is this moment that we – all consumed by the pull of the light – hear the mind.
Her chatter, so loud. Her words, so cunning. Her sentences, so verbose.
But wait, what is that? What is that whisper?
The words are too loud. The whispers, too soft.
The Mind… she says… “The pull of what we can’t give up takes hold.”
So we let the light slip.
We let it go.
Because we cannot have it, we set it free.
We forget its importance. We lose sight….
And the light moves on….
To curious eyes, to curious minds.
The light is seen again.
The light lives on.
….in those who choose to listen to the whispers …
Stay curious, always.
See the light, now.
Let it burn.
Inspiration: Lyrics from —
Jay Brannan’s “Say It’s Possible”
Ellie Goulding’s “Burn”