[The soul is lying in the darkness. Homeless, like an orphan. It’s wandering, searching for the light. Unaware of the glory ahead, it’s lost, somewhere in the dark, somewhere, in the valley of darkness. At this unreal hour, at the last stroke of the night, a light appears. Here awakes, goddess of the light.]
Someday, a moment will come, to gift you some light. There will be someone, holding a handful of stardust, offering you to have them all. What would you do, then? The dreadful night will leave you behind, with the remnants of the scariest nightmare, unveiling you to the first light. At the last stroke of the night, your ancestor will be the darkness, and, you will be, the mother of light. There will be a whisper,
“Hold the light, with your all. This is the light you were seeking for so long. Embrace it.”
What would you do, soul? Perhaps, you will turn the light into some precious droplets of smile, peace, and love.
You will be, bearer of the light.
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Read my mythological piece Devi – The Goddess.