You are the fire that burns inside,
And I strive to kindle that flame.
When a wrong escapes my hands,
You, ever-willing to purify me.
If only I speak those words,
Make the intention of my return.
You would burn the necrotic area,
Purify me and then make me whole.
If only I close my eyes and see,
Would you show me my soul.
That mirror and in it your reflection,
Could take away everything that is me.
Throw me Into that infinity,
Beyond that void where you reside.
Showering your blessings and peace,
That tranquility I have tasted but a little.
Allow my greed to grow so I may find you,
Surely if greed was ever lawful it would be now.
Let me drink from that cup you hold,
The cup who everyone searches for.
For the people who harbour skepticism,
You've felt that flame inside you too.
Why then do you frown and complain,
Is it that hard to look inside yourself?
At night when you lie in bed and die,
And in the morning when your soul returns.
Where did you go? How have you been?
Next time take me with you- allow these eyes to see.
The Beautiful Space-