Bright Lanterns

by variousglimpses

Some people, it doesn’t matter what they do

Because they excel at the art of being

They have found that unutterable secret

Of residing within themselves

An unassailable centre, profound

In its clear eyed regard of self and other


To live is to burn, and these

Are the keepers of the flame

They found their own light in some distant reaches

Of the wild depths of their souls

Once it was found, they needed only courage

To hold themselves to the fire, and ignite


Oh, how they have burned since that day

All unknown, except for the moments they meet our eyes

And we are pierced by something over-bright

As if the shutter of a lantern opened just a crack

And a shaft shot through our dark rooms

Disturbing us while we were sleeping