Child's Flame

Glazing flames of passion growing inside, having thoughts that he didn't own. Taking him through a wondering mind, to places that he never been before, but he felt that he was there before. A journey of paid tickets to a place that he don’t own, that he doesn't know… But he just felt... His daydream… His midnight Euphoria… The only portal was through that sparkle in his eyes craving the universe, craving the world, craving the unseen. He grew up with this flame, whispering to him, “wait!...be patient!.... it’s all coming!”… Warmth of that voice soothing that child’s soul. “Not to fear those monsters coming from the darkness”. “Despite those drizzling tears, smile and hold your head up high”. “ Angels are here to guard you, and help you stand up”. “After being slipped into the devil’s hands and left drowning into the darkness. I heard your silent cries child. But you had to see it all and feel the pain, because your meant to serve a bigger cause. The pain is a must to give you strength, for yourself, and most importantly, others; feeling theirs and responding to it. Pain is your gift child. But it’s beautiful. It’s Joy”. The flame asking with a confident smile already knowing the answer: “Can you feel it child?” …” YES!!, I do feel you life”…Child’s enthusiastic reply... “I do feel you my purpose”… The child only spoke through his eyes, reading people’s stories through theirs. Stories of fears, pain, thoughts and intentions. His dreams were the portal for another dimensions of living and experiencing. A whole different definition of what’s there. He created his own tools. A tool called “The power my thoughts”, “The power of my daydreaming”. Turning his reality into a playground for his thoughts and dreams. He felt like he was there, he was everywhere. No ownership of any place, dreams, thoughts, or emotions. “Are we connected? Is it a we or a whole me? And is that me a whole of us?” The child wondered. It was enlightenment, the simplest form of existence yet the rarest. He stumbled with lots in his path. Shared his vision… Lived his reality… He met people that he never thought they existed. He wasn't alone. They saw what he saw, and felt what he felt… It was pain what they shared. But joy! that they all could share. Some carved his way, others gave him tools of guidance expanding his vision and feeding his warm flame. He saw himself in them, they were his reflection. He had all the dots… And he started connecting… A connection of divinity…
Mohammed Gabris