as glassy as the morning sea.
collected and passive…
The lack of surging emotions allows the flame to settle.
Though the stirring air brings about change,
and perhaps the long wick causes the flame to move,
this flame is a constant one. It has yet to drip wax.
Give us this day,
our daily flame,
and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
In calm repose, I am able to maintain a center.
I tap into my tap root.
I am the Princess of Peace.