why do we like some places more than others?
maybe the people in those places
are letting the Light through
don’t be a door,
be a window
be strong enough to keep yourself transparent and let the Light filter through you
keep yourself clean and let it pass through
like through a prism, making every colour appear when we see you
when light falls on you,
I see you
and I infer light
light illuminates and
light disappears while doing so
If someone gave you a flame
in an otherwise dark world,
what would you do with it?
Would you keep it safe, hidden from others,
taking it out only from time to time?
I say, use it to light your way
to the desperate wicks of others
and give them hope.
The flame can go on forever but not on your wick alone.