Happiness is a reflection away, and nearer to you than your jugular - Prose of Ramadhan Part 60

The Clown, the Prophet and the Celestial Pool

(Ramadhan Verses 33)

I was alone,

Adrift in the sky,

Then in my teary clown’s eye

I saw the Pool.

I came unto the Pool,

Or perhaps the Pool

Came unto me, whatever…

I cannot really remember.

But in a moment,

I was looking into

The water.

I saw a reflection of myself

And I felt sad and alone.

I closed my eyes,

Refusing to accept

The truth of my own solitude.

Then I opened my eyes,

And I beheld in the still water of the Pool,

The sight of my Prophet,

And he was smiling at me

And through the depth of time,

I heard these words,

“How can I forget you, Clown…

For you are mine…”

Without realizing it,

My hand on is own accord

Tried to touch the image

And my finger lingered

Upon the surface of the water,

Causing a ripple,

The ripple soon subsided

But by then my Prophet’s face

Also disappeared.

Leaving me once again,

Looking at my own reflection

In the still water of the Pool.

But this time,

My reflection is smiling back at me.