To read by candlelight
surrounded by silence
no nagging discontent
to lose time and breathe
as there is
nothing else
to only sit and watch a candle flame
till it fades
and know it will only be born again
a million times
and know a similar passing

I am that I am not
that we are and again not
how to know
other than to be silent
and leave words
as idolatry
if taken seriously