Ever so often, the dying flame in me
Flickers, grows brighter with each breath,
Stronger, radiating warmth from the centre
Out and I’m inspired to chase its light.
Nourished by this light, my heart –
The divine sanctuary from which
Springs forth all goodness and grace, art and love –
Halts not but beats incessantly.
Alas, trapping heartbeats, hoping for inspiration to stay
Forever are vain pursuits as are hunting deer in a dense jungle,
Catching sand in a closed fist and chasing after the wind.
Inspiration. She will come when she comes and go
When she does, darkness will befall
The once lit chamber of my heart from which
Radiated warmth, spreading goodness to the ends –
my extremities, causing me to jump out of bed
Where I now lay limp.
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