i light the sage candle
and breathe. the flumes of smoke
hang and float like peaceful ghosts
over me.
lighting it holds such significance that is hard to explain.
it is my ritual.
the candle is beautifully uncomplicated.
a bowl shaped myrtle green three wick candle
that grounds me like none other.
in my humble opinion,
a candle is the best gift one can give.
scent is so closely tied to memory,
so closely tied to experience and aura.
you are giving the gift of living.
it holds a particular aura around it.
earthy, piney, rich, like the outdoors.
cleansing, citrusy, homey for the spirit.
the candle carries its weight.
it holds itself steady.
it waits on my white, dated dresser
the mirror reflecting its energy
driving me to be me.
and for a moment, i am.
right now i am home, but yet so far away.
i am floating, breathing with my friends
in a simple dorm room
like a free bird gifted a new soul.
i am in nature walking with a love interest
breathing in the trees and creeks around me
and for another moment i am not anxious, i am not restrained by myself
i am free.
