The Only Thing That Matters,
by J. W. Cassandra
No matter, what is your robe:
Are you a butterfly with black pinions,
Or a raven in a black feather dress;
You are the herald of Gods, not less –
You wear on your pinions the eager wish
For reaching once pure light within…
What does it matter, if you wear disguise,
black, outside?
After all, your entire being is inspired
by the pure light
that leads you in every form
to the source-light;
Were you a black feathered herald
or were you a butterfly, black and white –
The only thing that matters is your
eager search for pure light…
31/05. 2020., by J. W. Cassandra
“The only thing that matters is your
eager search for pure light…” I really loved this line:)
Oh, I’m happy that you love it. Perhaps, this is the most important message of the whole poem. Thank you.😊