In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.