The sun has set at the horizon. No wind.
The candle lit and nocturnal noises come from evening distance
The stars appear, one by one
Breathing in, breathing out
Hands resting, watching
Moths circle the candle light
Closer, closer they come
irresistable drawn to the light.
A little crackle
and then the flame burns quietly again
not affected by what happened.
When has the moth become the flame?
When has the flame become the moth?
The moth in the flame is the flame.
We circle around the light that will burn us
The light will only burn the form
What never was born and never died
the Light that you are
with the Light
that you were
will be …