The Goal, The Path

20th September, 2010

Walking towards the light,
many a shadow crossed my path.
I tripped, I stopped, I smiled,
tears overflowed alongside wrath.
But ne'er once did I lose sight,
of that pin-hole glimmering afar,
It remained my scorching furnace,
it has become my twinkling star.
Sprinkled along the path,
its fragments form a unified whole,
Illusions melt into the ground,
fears drip away from my soul,
a warm blanket of silence envelops me,
as I listen to distant bells toll.