Into
one’s seemingly
all
satisfying, pleasing, inter-connected living,
momentarily
is all satisfaction,
monochrome
and introverted are the days.
Sometimes
it is but one spark
that
takes to burst one’s world
into
creative flames
and
change it.
And
sometimes,
looking
back into one’s world in flames,
is when
one fails to realize
that
Ignorance is married to the Rigidity of Mind.
Why one
is in the habit of perpetual self persuasion -
“something
very basic in the world,
fundamental is so very wrong,
so
brutally non-divine?”
How one
is capable of comprehending
and
pursuing the divine perfection
in spite
of imperfection of the flash
limitations
of the mind and the transgression of the soul?
Is it by
looking up
in moments one seeks more
light
on one’s back, when beaten
and alone,
one realizes - imperfections were encoded by design?
