All darkness vanished, when I saw the lamp within my heart. — Kabir

A BLOOM

A grain of sand
in the darkness of a shell—
now a pearl

A bucket
in the darkness of a well,
holds fresh water

A flower called Bakawali,
blooms only once
in the cold of night.

This darkness is transformative
and not a prison, I touch your face,
I blossom.

Nightingales sing at night,
and all vision begins
in darkness

— © Abraham Menashe