In the Darkness of the Heart…

In the darkness of the Heart,
There lives a Being, free from all responsibility.
It goes round and round, wandering the the dark,
Painting the Butterflies during the Night.
And carrying moss for its dense hide.
It lives with vigour through the day
and keeps fetching the old parts of its past way.
Where it goes there grows a Light,
making the Path illuminate in conscious might.
On this Path walks Love itself,
heralding a changing tide.
Through Love, darkness makes way,
and the Being shouts: „Hurray“
Not realising that it is Love itself,
the Being continuous to walk it’s way.