~ Jun 2007 ~
“The Rose is without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms…” – Angelus Silesius
I’ve watched
a burning candle,
asking myself
“where does the light come from?”
I then blew it out,
with a single breath.
Now
I’m watching it again
asking myself
“where did the light go?”
I have a strange feeling
that it traveled
back Home,
to where all the Light comes from.