The Message

I see a light but no fire.
Is this what my life is to be like? 
Better to head for the grave.

A messenger comes, the grief-courier, and the
message is that the woman you love is in her house
alone, and wants you to come while it is still night.

Clouds unbroken, rain all night, all night.
I don't understand these wild impulses- 
what is happening to me? 

A lightning flash is followed by deeper melancholy. 
I stumble around inside looking for the path the night
wants me to take.

Light, where is the light?
Light the fire, if you have desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness.
Black night, black stone.
Don't let your whole life go by in the dark.

Evidently the only way to find the path is to
set fire to my own life! : (Rabindranath Tagore) 

The Message is a poem that has a profound impact on me.  It holds space for unanswered questions, all the while raising more questions than answers.  I believe that the grief-courier comes to tell us that even if we have forsaken  dreams, it is never too late to step over a threshold-now- and pick them up again, or some heartfelt version of them. If we take action, and not procrastinate, we can still have love and passion and abundance.  What does it mean to set fire to our own lives? We cannot wait until the day, when the time is just right to honor our essence and share that which is uniquely us.  Tagore asks us to let go of the ways we are bound by other people’s ‘shoulds’ and second hand rules that we had to obey in the beginning of our lives to survive. We let go so that we might embrace the life that our soul knows we are capable of living.