souls scattered
seeding this world of wax
where
as wicks
twisting together
seeding this world of wax
where
as wicks
twisting together
braided in our nature
we are drawn from mold
skyward
by the hand
of the chandler
raised
to touch the sun
opening our eyes
at the reflected flame
of the All
and all that we are
in each other
melting us
melding us
as fire
kindling a core
to warm water
wood
soil and stone
that lets us
see
everything as life
before we cool
and rise
once more
to the gentle hand
that lights us
ignites us
back
into
candescent
existence
we are drawn from mold
skyward
by the hand
of the chandler
raised
to touch the sun
opening our eyes
at the reflected flame
of the All
and all that we are
in each other
melting us
melding us
as fire
kindling a core
to warm water
wood
soil and stone
that lets us
see
everything as life
before we cool
and rise
once more
to the gentle hand
that lights us
ignites us
back
into
candescent
existence