Spark

I knew that I was dying.

Something in me said, Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. Then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. It needn’t be much, just a spark.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

(Charles Bukowski)

That instant when the spark ignites above.

Bringing life below.

A spark, just a spark.

Not any spark.

The one bringing the I am from above below.

The spark igniting life.

The spark manifesting here and now.

While we are manifesting below.

We forget who we are above.

To become who we think we are.

And what a ride that is.

The more I believe I am who I think I am.

The more I forget that I am that I am.

And there it goes.

I am given the choice and I take all the decisions.

I may never decide to remember.

I may never take responsibility.

I may spend my live blaming others.

I may just sleep to never again be awake.

I may believe what I was told.

I may believe I was right or wrong.

That is up to me.

The spark will always remain.

All may turn dark, but the spark will still be there.

Waiting to be awakened.

Waiting to be remembered.

The darkness may become light.

As long as I become again the spark.

That I was and shall always be.

Remember, remember and be that light again.

Just be.

And let it be.

That light is fed with love.

That light is pure love.

The more you love, the more you shine.

Remember, just remember.

You were that spark.

You are that spark.

And when everything fades away.

You shall continue to be that spark.

Because that spark is what I am.

I am love.

I am light.

I believe so, and so it is/

Yo lo Creo