No soul can be a chest to itself,
All souls must mourn for one another.
And the coals take time to turn into diamond.
They just need a suitable condition.
And the strangest of them all is how important dust is.
Dust proves time is moving in the right direction,
It may be the smallest of all,
But its presence is ever significant.
So, the life is ever complete when all the dusts are present.
Hear me, a mud is a place for lotus to blossom,
Or ashes are the carbons the life needs.
Hence all the lights can only shine in darkness.
Whether in light or darkness, receiving love is the food of our souls.
We are weak and this is our strength.
Our neediness is our bonding.
Our chains what sets us free, in the end.
Now feel the walls of my heart!
In darkness is the purest.
Look at the babies in wombs.
Look at the butterfly in its cocoon.
Look at the eggs. The life!
The purity comes when the cells are destroyed.
Don’t ask my help to bring you out.
It would pain me, I would not let you go out.
Plus, you don’t need caesarean section.
Learn to pierce my heart as lovers do with an arrow.
Type our initials at each end of it.
Be my baby and learn to cry to me.
If you don’t hurt me I can’t know how hurt you are.
All the experience in life brings new scars.
It is not about staying scarless that is the pure.
All fathers would want to know who hurt their daughters.
I am not your father, but I am a candidate for becoming a father.
A father must go inside the mother.
Seeding is digging and placing it in.
Not always where we think inside is the real inside. No.
Piercing my heart will bring you inside upon your exit.
My heart is greater than the universes and I know it.
Going out from it will hurt you ever more.
That is why as long as you are weak, you must stay inside.
As long as a lizard gets stronger must stay inside the egg.
Look at all these pure creatures inside something, waiting their time to shine.
When the conditions are right, when it is your time,
You will surely pierce my heart. And I will be proud of you for that.
Don’t forget, the bravest are the babies. They dare to come into the world
When elders are crying to go back to their mother’s womb.
Don’t go back to what is old. Dare to move forward.
Dare and explore!