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THE FIRE OF LIFE by Dolly Mahtani

This past month has been one of loss and pain and suffering for me…

I have gotten to know the darkest depths of myself. One day, I was at a coffee shop and they had these candles decorating a corner table. Each candle was different. One was thick and tall, another was stubby and the last one had the shape of a baby angel.

I have a profound appreciation for candles. They are elements I use to meditate, to open creativity pathways, etc. However, in my darkness, nothing seemed to work. Yet, when I saw these three candles I realized something: No matter how down I was, how consumed I was by darkness, there was always a spark of light. It never, ever died. It just reduced itself to the smallest size...but there it was within me. Where there is light, there is life!  

The Fire of Life
by Dolly Mahtani

The light of this candle
Reminds me a lot of my own.
The way it shines,
The way it flickers,
The way it dances,
The way it shimmers.
This little light in me,
At times it shines so bright,
Burns so deep.
Other moments,
It is but a dot.
I remember on Diwali, 
my mother told me:
"You are a being of light,
that is what we're celebrating tonight."
How easy we forget

Who we are,
What we’re made of.
Life sends us tumbling down hills,
Crashing through waves,
Only to find ourselves
At the start again.
Only to lose ourselves
A million more times again.
I am eternally playing
This cosmic game
Of hide and seek
Between the me than I am
And the one I am meant to be.
Oh, this is my prayer;
May our paths cross forever.
In our encounter,
Entwined we become.
I am the best of me,
I am the answer I seek.
My fire burns fiery,
And honestly.
This light will never dim,
This heart will never skim.
I am alive for the hundredth time again.
Can you see it?
That light in you.
Does it ache for love, peace and truth too?
Wake up and ignite with me.
Will you burn with me, my friend?
Let our fire guide the innocent,
And the lost.
Heal the wounded,
And the broken.
Let us rekindle trust.
Let us bring back hope.
Let us show hearts
How to find their way
Back home.
I cannot do it alone.

(Find more of Dolly's poetry in our new book, click here)

Dolly Mahtani is a Professional Dreamer from Santiago, Chile. A lover. A giver. An optimist, a rebel, a romantic. A breaker of paradigms and stereotypes. An aspiring novelist and screenwriter. She wants to change the world and find the rest of her tribe. She is part of the {R}evolution happening right now, at a corner near you. She is a warrior and her weapon of choice is her pen. She bleeds her heart out on the battlefield. Whatever her truth is, she puts it out there bare. Her deepest desire is to put something into the world that wasn't there before, but the rushing flood of excitement and albeit good intentions overwhelm her sometimes and she don’t know where to start. She's stuck at the dreaming part. You can find her pouring out her soul on her blog here, or connect with her on Facebook here

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