Hadi Atallah

“I didn’t know,” I said, my friends thought I might be inside a burning house.
But drawing into the shadow of that house in flames,
Watching the sparks fly,
Saved me from procrastination.

I nodded solemnly,
Raising a quiet salute
To the lives of my friends and family.

“Live and love,” declared the highest of orders.
“Commune and understand, and whisper, too,
That I dwell here.”

Will this philosopher fall ill with grief?
I pointed to my own chest.

And when I saw things begin to shift,
My eyes lit up.
The winds of change
Skimmed the skies
And were cleansed.

Comparison lifts.
Perhaps the spirit world’s tracks
Are becoming visible.

Beware the soul that bleeds,
And follow.

You may yet learn
To become Light.
And walk gently,
Lightly,
Through the world.