The World Is Secretly On Fire

Abandoned babies, sick people, drug addicts, war veterans (with yourself or others), all these people have one thing in common: they know the secret. The secret of a burning world. Sometimes there's a few normal people that slip by and see the world as it really is. Wide eyes and gaping mouths don't exactly hide their feelings.

Sharp and calculating eyes burn holes through the fanciful barrier between themselves and others. To perceive the world differently has its cost. Innocence and ignorance is the currency, but silence is the key to understanding.

My Silence

My silence bridges the gulf between my life’s success

     and my life’s failure. 

My silence does not magnify my defects. 

Nor does it connive at them. 

My silence transforms my defects into strength indomitable.

My silence is a climbing flame that warms my world of despair.

My silence is my inner light.

No problem of mine can defy solution. 

My silence is a selfless distributor of joy to ever-widening horizons.

In my silence I become a man of sterling character, 

a prolific writer, a voracious reader, a divine lover, 

a profound inspirer and a triumphant liberator.

In my deep silence I never become a victim to ignorance,

the greatest calamity that can befall any human being. 

In my growing silence I am convinced that even as a man on this earth I shall be able to reach heights, transcendental, divine. 

My glowing silence alone can accelerate my 

 Godward march.

My spreading silence makes me see, feel and possess satisfaction, 

        unalloyed satisfaction. 

No more have I to let loose a tirade of tenebrous dissatisfaction.

In activity and vitality I proudly and wrongly feel that

I shall have to take care of the whole world. 

In the heart of silence I humbly and unmistakably realise

That it is the Divinity within the world that took care, 

takes care and shall for ever take care of the entire world.

Silence is my unceasing petition. 

Silence is my unreserved preparation. 

Silence is my unlimited realization. 

Silence is the unfathomable fount of my life here on earth,  there in Heaven.

What God’s Silence is . . .

   is the Eternal Truth. 

What God’s Silence serves is the Eternal Purpose. 

What God’s Silence becomes is the inevitable Fulfilment.

To just sit and think is a rare opportunity for me. Meditating is something I've never done before but just looking at the sky can put me in a trance. It clears my mind from all the troubles and stress that life has caused me. Even with all these events of death and uncertainty, I do not believe that life is unfair. Life is fair because it is unfair to everyone. The world does not revolve solely on one person, but on the world itself. This paradox is sometimes nepotistic in nature and is what blinds some people from realizations. Invisible flames slither like a snake and tend to strike most at those that notice its presence. Knowing this secret can hurt because you can't protect those that haven't been hustled of their innocence from getting burned.

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Time has changed recently and the sky is darker than ever. Ashes of a sad wild fire is scattered over my own horizon. A new type of silence has buried itself behind my eyes. I wonder what secrets I'll find as I stare quietly into the night.

Works Cited

Chinmoy, Sri. "My Silence." Poet Seers. N.d. n.p. Web. 2 Nov. 2014.