Black Magic Pen

The black pen starts to sing,
and I begin to write
a song yet to be sung,
a song unheard by any ears but mine.

Teasing out my thoughts,
it makes me smile.
I never noticed how smooth and graceful is your flow.
Forgive me, I did not know.

The silver pen in blazing fire,
fading my desire.

Sweet are your words,
yet you slack in some actions.
Don’t grumble; be grateful, be humble!
Let go of certain expectations,
loosen up, reset,
and drop your idea of perfection!

Illusion is strong;
The spell is quite binding,
but no earthly attraction could keep me from finding 
the truth you were hiding.

The silver pen in blazing fire,
smoke arises, 
higher, higher!
All-consumed is my desire.

The nib is bent
beyond repair
and the ink that spills no more is spent.
I smile…

Life lessons of a different, peculiar digression
take me on a ride that I willingly take part in—
a side of me I no longer wish to hide;
The wholeness comes with all its parts.

Fleeting memories of a little girl
who once took fancy in a prince’s tale…
It all begins to fade away.
Has this chapter come to its end?

I gaze towards the sky,
the stars so perfectly aligned.
I hear the ocean in my veins,
I feel the coming waves
sweeping me away.

The tide has reached its height;
I can no longer linger, stay behind.
The bond is strong,
the calling of the heart
more powerful than any sound.

I don’t look back towards the shore.
My gaze steadfast towards horizon,
I break the spell.
My breath, my inner fire, my heartbeat.
My dear chaitanya1, unconsumed, pure, free, everlasting.

In my heart, 
I reignite the flame
that keeps me present,
keeps me sane.

On this fateful, cloudy night,
I’m pulling out this stream of thoughts
with my good old black magic guide.

And that’s it for now…
Because no matter which one I choose or when—
black, silver, or white,
purple, yellow, red, or any shades of grey—
it’s all ok, as long as don’t lose my way.

I thank you, I thank you, I thank you!
I thank you for always being here for me.
I thank you for showing me the way
to be and not to be.

1. Chaitanya (Sanskrit: चैतन्य): awareness, consciousness, conscious self, intelligence, or pure consciousness.