Come In There’s Plenty of Room

I am the wick

In the center

Of the liquid candle

Encased in glass.

My flame sits just above the crown chakra,

My soul,

My light,

Enough to pierce the darkness

Even if just for today.

Outside the glass

Touching the glass on all sides

Is the swirling of the hurricane,

The tornado,

The typhoon

Of the day.

I am in the eye

I am the eye

The intuition

The seeing

The safe

The calm.

Won’t you come join me?

We are creating an entire new world

Inside this glass container.