A LAMP TO LIGHT THE DARKNESS

A LAMP TO LIGHT THE DARKNESS
      A Kabbalah-Inspired Poem
        by Samme S. Samareta


Who says that stones are not alive?
The rivers, the seas,
         the ocean.
We all know the trees are
        alive.
But what about the
     deadwood, the wind
     the mountains,
Or that chair your
     sitting on,
The table where you
     wrote the letter
     to your beloved?
Everything is alive,
     is sentient
     and has a vital
     energy force.
And when I say
     everything,
I mean everything.
The dust, the pebbles, the stars,
That stone sculpture of Quan Yin
     you dusted off this
     morning.
The lamp, the light, the fire,
     even the darkness,
they are a living matter
     in many ways
     you would not understand.
All things in the universe
are composed of this
     what you call atoms.
But they are the angels
Holding up, holding down,
     holding this infinity
     together.
Each angel has only
     one purpose
You see, you are more
     powerful than most
     angels in your
     one percent world.
There is another ninety-nine
     percent that you have not
     seen or can imagine.
Nothing is static.
Everything is moving,
     vibrating, and thus alive
With senses and intelligence
      beyond your
      comprehension.
There are only three things
     that you can see with
     your naked eye
     that are not alive in the
     universe.
And what are these, you asked.
Your shadow that follows you
     around,
Your image in the
     mirror,
And your reflection on the
     pond.
Funny how they all emanate
     from you.
And you think you are your
     body in your
     one percent world.
But you are a soul, limitless,
     powerful, and immortal in the
     ninety-nine percent reality
     in many ways you
     would not comprehend.
I hope you do get it.
Because one day we will meet.
Do not call me a sage,
I am a young soul.
Do not call me a philosopher,
I know not much of the world.
I may have turned your sleeping mind
      into gold,
But do not call me an alchemist.
No, I do not hold all the secrets.
I was wondering if I could learn from you.
I was wondering if you could love me
      in my form.
Your love is immeasurable
      and more powerful than
      anything in the universe.
I am just your humble servant
Walking the cold corridors of
the early morning dawn
      carrying a lamp
To go to each and everyone of you
And gently nudging you
And whispering so as not to
startle you
saying,
"God, it is time to wake up."



~Samme S. Samareta, copyright April 13, 2007