Tunnels

When night envelopes like an endless space
with no place to determine the path to day,
in the mind the candle ignites
and inner eyes gaze upon that flame,
which burns with fire of one’s real life,
to shine the actual quintessence within.

It is the stunning brilliance of self-radiance
meant to expose what genuinely lives inside,
as it flares the end of that tunnel wandered
enables one to see the exit
from that darkness and confusion.

What glows is the light of guiding,
one that will be a beacon
out of the blackness where life was trapped.

Across that floor so littered
by the discarded toys and maps that were incorrect
are the steps taken to liberty
from all the detours into closets.

But once that sun burns at last
on the sunrise of discovery,
the very illumination that ends
those gropes where one felt blind,
becomes like a torch
ever extinguishing misunderstanding's stars
for the incandescence of truth.