I feel the light of Every soul. Not just Some but Every soul has a spark of light. Some people you need to look really hard to feel it, but it’s Still there. Beyond the behavior of someone, beyond the ego manifestations, beyond the shadows, there is a light that shines. This is where I meet others, in the place of commonality that we all share.
My experience of my own flame varies. At times it is Enormous, Vast, Bright, Shining, Glowing, Radiating… A Brilliant Lighthouse for all in the dark places and storms. And there have been times when I’ve looked and the light has been Just about enough to keep the soul in the body, just barely there, absolutely quiet and fragile and delicate with awareness that one breath without care would snuff it out perhaps? So I wrote this to Honour the times when the inner pilot light is barely on, still burning despite any unfavorable conditions to shine… When even then it burns.
Pilot light
Barely on.
Barely visible.
So small, it seems strange to leave you on,
Why not just blow and snuff you out?
Why bother having you there when you offer more dark than light?
When I have to slow down and stop to notice you at all.
Because you are My Pilot Light.
The Light of my Soul,
The Light of my Being,
The Light of my Life.
It is irrelevant your size,
It is irrelevant to compare you with Any other flame Anywhere.
I welcome you as you are.
I see your strength and determination to endure,
I see your courage to keep burning,
I see the beauty of your vulnerability,
I see your stripped back simplicity,
I see your unshowy magic,
I see your clarity and purity,
I see your colours,
I see your potential,
I see your kindness,
I know your warmth,
I see your Love,
I see you,
The tiniest flicker,
The smallest spark,
Barely on, barely visible.
Breathing quietly and carefully,
I bow and honour you and thank you for your gift,
Your gift of sacred Life,
The Sacred Fire Within.