by day I am a warrior of light,
and by night I am a messenger of love
during the day
a white butterfly plays around
with the rays of the sun, flowers
and collects pollen that one day the bees
will turn into sweet honey
the butterfly cares for nothing but the light
and the warmth of the sun,
its wings are drunk with ambrosia
little does it care about food or drink
for it doesn’t need any,
and all the energy comes alone
from the Sun: glorious and full of life!
energy in its purest form
at night time takes place a curious transformation:
the butterfly turns into a moth,
and the moth is attracted to one thing only:
to light again, emanating from the candle flame
light upon light
upon light it writes down
the luminous experiences
from this breathing existence,
and there is so much to write about!
by divine epiphany!
o how the candle flame knows every secret now,
and for a divine lover
can there be any turning back, ever?
- A. S. E.