I didn’t really know
if what I do will die or grow.
I only felt a gentle touch of higher realms,
much higher than the ones I know.
Then my insecurity became my base
and it turned it was,
a better base than those
who build their place regardless
regardless
of their Souls.
I kept and kept on going,
till I reached the summit.
I would climb
both with my feet and with my hands
only so that
I could
raise my Spirit.
All the obstacles ahead were blinking lights,
some of the writers that I met
(shhh, don’t tell!)
were all somehow
avoiding life…
But one day recently
I heard a voice that said:
Don’t you worry, my beloved
Nothing real in you could ever die.
All is transient, don’t worry.
Let
Light
radiate
with
every
breath.
Light of Soul 