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.
nor of the west 