The Real Twin Flame

The Real Twin Flame

The real twin flame

Doesn’t burn you, for one thing

That, you should have known

But no one seems to learn that

Except the hard way

The real twin flame

Has a source that you recognize

So well

That you know exactly where to blow

To make it grow

Your breath never asks it to flicker,

Much less extinguish itself

The real twin flame is constant

because it is constant

Not because you make it so

Not because you demand it

But simply because

And because your accurate perception of it

Makes it dance in the dark

Sending sparks and light to the heavens

It’s warm

You can sleep next to it

And that is enough

No need to get so close it has to burn

To keep personal space in tact

And no need to stand so far off

That you draw no comfort

Don’t go toward the twin flame

Without a blanket

It makes life easier and more beautiful,

but the pressure caused when you become

Totally dependent

Breaks its kindling into tiny pieces

And causes them to spread

Spreading the flame too thin

And exposing it to the elements

Because it can no longer stoke itself

None of these elements

In all their power

Is inexhaustible

Your twin flame

Will surely never be given to you

Until you learn

The discipline of firekeeping.

When you do learn,

You will recognize the flicker

As it reverberates inside you

At first sight.