YOUR LIGHT

Yusufachmad Bilintention

It’s been a while since I greeted you,
I said to the star I once called
a one-eyed iron bird.
My friend said: it looks like a surveillance machine,
gazing silently from a voiceless sky.
“So… do you have a child now, or a companion?”
I asked—half doubtful, half curious.
You stayed mute, beside another light,
smaller, yet equally silent.
I watched your lights from afar—they’re not the same.
The glitter of supermarkets, rows of colorful food,
cars and motorcycles drawing near without a word,
then someone, face-down, collided—
his face glowing, but lifeless.
I seek the true light,
not your false shimmer, my old friend,
not the dim shine that merely reflects
without source, without soul.
I’ll keep your light,
heeding the book’s words:
“Whoever finds no barrier in his heart
shall be destroyed.”
I do not know
whether you are that barrier,
or the spark that triggers the one barrier
toward no barrier—only One.