Hidden Flame

I’ve spotted some of the elders in the city
And I now remember the mentors I’ve had.
Their faces flash through my eyes.

If I absorb who I see, and have them inside of me, then there is a lot in me.
Of course then, the darkness would do anything to take me out.
Wisdom says to remain obscure but I have already been noticed here.
My every weakness hangs out to dry on the trees and is carried by the birds of the air.

I had been afraid of who I would become for a long time.
I knew that version of me, I saw him, I have known him, I was afraid to become him.
I did become him.
A while ago something was revealed to me.
This was that whether or not I become unstoppable is not a matter of if I am capable enough or if I am confident enough.
It is simply guaranteed.
The question is not whether I can, the question is will I survive long enough to get to that point.
Survival is my only obstacle, while I am still vulnerable,
while I still possess the kind of heart that can be crushed in a negative way.

If I survive long enough to possess an unbreakable heart, an always open, always broken heart, it will be too late for an enemy to stop me.

Right now there is vulnerability. Right now my flame flickers, I grow tired, one could blow on my flame. My spirit is being spent.

But then I see the elders. And I remember what I am. And I know the difference between me and them if I become them, how it will change.

There are powerful spiritual men out there. They help people. They have more love than me. They have more strength than me. They have stronger wills than me.

What they don’t have though, is freedom to be. They have barriers that limit their effectiveness that I do not. All of them share the same weakness.
They all want to share their individual, copyrighted understanding and truth. They all want their understanding, their personal religion to be remembered. They are divided selves, winning when they operate in goodness and then missing the target when they attempt to preach for themselves.