Moroccan lamps

I am obsessed with the Moroccan lamps, Not that I ever had one; Sometimes you obsess on what you never own! But I always used to wonder At the splendour of the colourful lights Emerging into wonderful patterns… It made me joyous when happy, And gloomy when shattered… Life just gives you colourful patterns, If you are ready to open yourself That the light passes through! The patterns could be happy or sad, But, remember those are beautiful anyway! It reflects you, as does the ocean waves, It reflects your inner self, Pouring more joy when joyous And even more despair in despair! You are home as either of you... So does the woods and the rain! It's just our own reflection. Just don't hold anything or anyone It's just nature's way. What is yours stay, rest walks away. This too shall pass, And the Moroccan lights would Beam in glee! Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/w2MECTt