“Perfection in the midst of an enraging crisis brings forth the variable perspectives of natural disaster at it’s finest; the tree branches, filled with woe, rattle in the wind as the stripes of rain drench almost every surface. The universe stands au naturel, and only bemused souls stare, mystified by the harm that has, ironically enough, befallen the naive.
Zoom into the eye of the storm. An innocent candle in the stormy winds has merely enough willpower to break free of it’s destiny. It calls for a certain unwavering normality, begging for every ounce of strength to remain fortified in such timeless scenarios. A perpetually binding fate reminisces, while a sealed one continually fades. And all in all, there is too much ado about this chaotic emptiness, as the lit candle is not subject to destitution.
For it’s rays are but reflections in a hall of mirrors. Transforming the dark amidst it into a bright ocean. The candle itself forms a positive fulfillment in it’s own path, as far as it can see, and as far as it can reach. After all, a mirror’s view is endless. It is not doubtful, discrete, or daunted, but steady, sincere, and surrounding. A sight that transforms the perturbed and cryptic conscience; a pure, divine light it becomes, so that not even irony can diverge it’s steady flame.
The flame must survive in the midst of this enraging crisis, for if it falters, the storm will have conquered. The wick of every candle must be lit, a service that starts only by the epiphany of one. For a burning candle inside a hall of mirrors sees only light – a constant panorama of the truth, and a reflection of itself. This reflection embodies the essence of the purpose of this light – to unite the harmonies of human character and bring forth the innate brightness in all, to love all. So, as the amount of “light” we see in others increases, our own flame will start to become more potent. After all, if flame of pure love is lit in every heart, the unified vibrance of so many can never go unnoticed.”
And I leave you all with a beautiful quote from Martin Luther King Jr., which captures my sentiments oh so perfectly:
“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
(Written for the incidents this year in Boston & Texas).