The key

 

Enclosed in the fencing

of my ignorance, darkness and misery,

Standing like a poor, meek lamb,

I saw two worlds,--

a joyless me in the circle;

and the other one outside the circle,

full of lush green,

rippling streams of freedom.

 

The chasm between the two worlds

seemed insurmountable,

The happy they and the sad me.

 

I moved along the fence

trying to find a way out,

There I came across a locked gate,

The lock rusted and the key missing,

And whatever resources were left

I used in searching for the missing key.

 

A folly it was,

Just like seeking a cap

that one already wears on the head,

Because the key was always there,

Like it’s with all of us,

It was there

in the safe chest of my heart,

The golden key,

The key of small love—self-love,

The key to open the box

and retrieve another key,

the key to bigger love.