Rising from the flames

And from the burning flames,

Of desires, selfishness, escapism, insecurities and egoism,

He emerged, reborn,

Onto that wide strip of dusty road

Leading to the horizon

Which the sun caressed in the daytime,

And the moon kissed at night.

Nothing was over- it was still a bright day,

The birds still chirped,

The undergrowth was still lush,

The breeze was inviting,

And the path beckoned wide and clear.

As he let go

The hands of Yesterday

With all its unhappiness and pain,

And allowed Tomorrow to run off to the distant horizon

To bid its turn,

He continued on his walk.

He thought it was lonely, and the walk solitary,

But as he walked on,

He found his companion

And walked hand in hand with Today.