The Focal Point

THE FOCAL POINT
I met a sage,
walking on splinters hard
shards
of broken glass
broken at the hands of men,
angry , bitter at heart.
He was leaving behind
a trail of marks
in the sand that absorbed them all,
leaving no imprint behind.
When I met him
I was in a dream;
or was I awake and he was in a dream?
"This is the way a sage is given to walk",
he said, "The ones like us have to explain to God
the ways of the world;
and in turn, as we tread our path,
we explain the ways of God to men.
Between their anger and incomprehension
we exhaust our journey and die.
But die we cannot, unless we pass on this mantle,
this stained robe of light
to another being whom as yet we know not in this world."

"Where would the being be living?" I asked.
" That's not a big secret" he said,
"He or she could be somewhere, or everywhere on this earth;
every living being is a focal point of all that happens in the world.
But the light starts at different moments in different spots, not all at once,
but randomly, like a hillside waking up with glimmering lights in the night."

And that is the secret of this world and a biggest challenge too
for the saint to pass on his light