Come closer... stay here... Hold me in your light. I am the vanilla, steady and soft, brutal but friends with the sky... and you, the cedar-wood... the flame that remembers where we began. In your warmth I return to the Source, to that quiet pulse beneath all becoming. In this realm, I allow you to melt me slowly, that I may remember what it means to be both wax and wish, body and breath... Feel the breeze in your face... it's the same whirlwind... so familiar, so warm..
We are not here to rise above, but to stay aligned... to recognize.. to stay still until the morning comes and we wait for bigger things than us... to burn clean, but never ask why... Every flicker is a prayer, not to ask for anything, but to thank for everything... every glow a return. Come. Hold me in your light, until there is no you, no me, only the ashes of vanilla and cedar-wood... cmere...
