An ornament, built there upon my wall,
A picture of Creation, in motion.
Ceaseless Perfection...
As I place a single candle upon it's sill,
my docile hands stop.....
temporary inaction,
a moment for contemplation before
a sure strike of a match sets atop it,
Divine Reflection.
Conscious action taken with a hope
which will expound to the outer world
the firey noble birth of love fueled by
the sweet nectar which has rendered my heart
to a state of Unity to all who view.
My window, not only an ornament for my own
adoration...
My window, the picture of my heart...
where it waves to the world.