It's a chilly autumn evening,
I sat for dinner with my gorgeous wife, leaning.
She turns of the artificial lights
and fires up a unimpressive wax candle and sighs.

The candle sits majestically on a hand made wooden stand,
My attention switches from her to it, like the seconds hand.
What's the story I wonder? Some of it melts down the stand,
some of it vanishes, ceases to exist, like dreamland.

It burns to give light and warmth
and yet asks nothing in return.

Wish I could be like a candle.

Back to dinner now.

The inner circle of the big candle is in the center,
The big candle is the candle light of The Christ.
This light is the flame; that light's the outward candles of the circle; they are the students of The Christ and their light shines into the darkness,
The outward darkness can't overcome this small; but strong light,
There is no inner darkness with this inner Christ flame in the students of The Christ,
The darkness tried to overcome this great candle light, but the light is everlasting,
The thirteen lights of Gnosis can't be overcome, because thirteen is the number of perfect unity,
The Christ candle light shines into the darkened hearts of humanity,
The Christ candle light shines into the darkened hearts of humanity,
The Christ candle light shines into the darkened hearts of humanity.

Beauty within the darkness
Hidden like a secret
The key not to be found
He lights the candle
She was beautiful than ever
And the darkness fell in love
with the candle


Again and again

I can still smile,
I can still see the shine
Though it was a mere candle
For me the light was bright as sun