Mystic tradition say that ultimately the dark will always follow the light. But perhaps our digression from the straight path causes the day to move away from us...
So when the Star was about to set down and the shadows were beginning to creep in through the last remaining light, I stood there and watched it all unfold before my eyes.
Right there and then, maybe if I armed myself with just enough courage and love, I could have paced through the darkness and emerged back into the light. But alas, I would not move a limb. I could not summon the Sun.
Now in the wreckage I see myself thrown again. I wade through the mud next to smiling faces, all ignorant of the fiction. I pace in circles as my hands aim to the skies but in the homeland of the dust I remain. O Sun's gravity, will You pull me closer to your fire now?
Will there ever be an end to this egress and regress for me? Is there a way to never depart again and, by the same ingenuity, never have to come back? Perchance one day I'll encounter a magical anchor that one could use in the state of nearness.
For My heart aches in this darkest of nights and reunion with the light is the only cure for it's ailment. Just like these flies which burn their wings out of their passion for candle light, so to does my heart desire to burn in the tender warmth of the Sun. A million beats it would gladly cast in its purifying fire, just to be able to drink one cup from the exquisite fountain of Oneness. And just like an oblivious child on a carousel, my heart would cry out:"one more time...one more time...one last time..." "
-Anis
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