Meditation / by Mrin A

Unblinking gazes spear through the violet black body of the flame.

Nothing is sought.

I weep tears of pain. The white light burns past my demons, and under its incandescent halo I am confronted by their marching shadows.

Whom have I housed in my darkest of hearts? With the room momentarily clear, I spot my foes in a flash. Anger, jealousy, judgement; and how I wished them away and how much longer they intended to stay.

So I clasped them in my arms and heartily greeted them in stead. For the fire that brought them to light and the flames that brought me to tears, left in their wake, a gift. Head bowed, humbled, I am a better fit.