Your soul is a key jammed in a lock <br />You cannot force forwards or back <br />Right or left; all you can do, is now wait. <br /> <br />Wait long enough, you’ll come to see <br />Understand there isn’t any door or lock. <br />The ocean of life retains not the vessel… <br /> <br />That floats and drifts, endless upon it. <br />That’s a vapour you cannot contain, <br />The sun is an all-consuming fire it exists <br /> <br />In humble beginnings as also an end. <br />It lives without life therefore coexists yet <br />Because it requires waxed wicks to burn. <br /> <br />We’re as a candles flame not the candle <br />We burn to our extinguished ends <br />To be ignited by life - once again.<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-as-a-candles-flame-not-the-candle/
