Your soul is a key jammed in a lock
You cannot force forwards or back
Right or left; all you can do, is now wait.
Wait long enough, you’ll come to see
Understand there isn’t any door or lock.
The ocean of life retains not the vessel…
That floats and drifts, endless upon it.
That’s a vapour you cannot contain,
The sun is an all-consuming fire it exists
In humble beginnings as also an end.
It lives without life therefore coexists yet
Because it requires waxed wicks to burn.
We’re as a candles flame not the candle
We burn to our extinguished ends
To be ignited by life - once again.
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-as-a-candles-flame-not-the-candle/
