Poem: Candles in the Cave | Galaxygirl

Candles in the Cave

Darkness swirls, avoiding the light
Observing the flickering candle cautiously,
To see what it might do next -
This pure, white, burning light, yet unaware of its’ greatness.

The shadows flicker on the wall of the cave
That has bound the human experience into captivity for millennia,
For there is no light within the pure blackness of a cave
It is shockingly dark,
Where one cannot see their hand wave before their eyes.

Terrified and lost, captives stand still, Desperately needing a light source.
For minus the rare natural lighting
Through cracks in the walls or ceiling,
One must bring external light, like a candle, to see clearly.

Flickering shadows on the cave wall
The candlelight burns brightly.
What is the illusion? The light or the shadow?
Humanity has been challenged to answer within the matrix of the cave.

From the candle’s point of view all is light,
The casted shadows are the illusions, pretend, a reflection of the light on a 3D wall
Most candles cannot see their own power,
For it is their very nature to burn brightly, clearly, purely,
Invincible in the dark.

Light bounces strangely off of the cave walls
Making simple stalagmites and stalactites into monsters, hulking and sinister,
When really it is simply a part of the cave matrix, structure, foundation.
The candlelight shining directly on these forms can see their beauty clearly,
And see them for what they are, just a part of the cave.

Why did Plato choose a cave analogy?
Perhaps this enlightened soul knew that he too was a candle burning brightly,
Illuminating the consciousness of his time-space
Stretching understandings, breaking perceptions
And cracking the cave walls down to let more light in.

My friends, we are candles.
We volunteered brightly, excitedly, to shine in the cave of the Earth 3D matrix,
Unafraid, strong and courageous.
To burn brightly and illuminate,
And transmute the sinister shadows back into the light
With the purity of our Christed flame.

We are candles, and some of us have been burning a long time.
Some of our wax has dripped down forming wrinkles,
Our wicks are worn, and when they curl down into the warm pool of wax,
They can sizzle out with our fatigue
From our seemingly endless burning.

Yet, a candle of whatever size is wanted desperately in a dark cave.
Some of our wicks, our lifetimes, our longer than others.
But they all leave their mark for the time, however brief,
They illuminated the foreboding of the cave
And left their light energy signature there in blessing.

I am comforted by this, as many of our wicks are wearing and worn
As our wax melts and pools at our feet
And as we cry for the children who are not treated
As we would care for own, with love and tenderness.

And so, we burn a little brighter, a little longer, a little stronger.
We illuminate our fellow tired candles with sputtering wicks
With the spark of our own flame.

We remember Christmas Eves services in church
How it takes only one small candle, to light up the entire congregation
Into bioluminescent light of the Christed flame, joyfully singing Silent Night,
Surrounded by the starlight of our own flame.

I’ve always been fascinated with the church candle
With the white holder rimmed to contain the dripped wax.
For as we all know, candles burn and drip.
Perhaps we all need one of those holders at this time,
Let us picture them around our fellow light workers,
To catch the drips, to soothe, to remind them of their tremendous worth and contribution to Gaia.
For sometimes all candles need a bit of encouragement.

When I picture the vastness of the void, where the All meets pure creative potential
And where I sit in the lap of the Mother,
My candle burns brightly again, for she rebuilds my melted form up and reforms me into yet a larger, more sturdy candle
And yet again I volunteer to go back, to light the cave, and to tell the others about the glorious world outside of it, that they cannot yet imagine outside of the cave.

I dream of the world of Nova Gaia where all is illuminated, clean, bright.
This consumes my thoughts, directs my hopes, formulates my dreams,
That I ground daily into ascended Gaia, imagining myself already there.
For we are building it.

The blank stares around me matter to me no more.
For I have been outside of the cave.
I have seen and felt the heartbeat of the Mother
And I am forever changed, glowing brighter, stronger, more secure in my light, as are we all.

And so friends, let us strongly gather in one purpose, creating one magnificent light!
Let us light up this cave and blast it with the Christed light of eternal love
Let us transmute the pain, the terror of the night
With love, with the breath of new creation.

Little wicks standing tall, burning purely once again,
Energized and renewed in their purpose,
Comforted by the honey love of the Mother Of All Things,
Who expands our light a thousand fold!

Lighting up the cave matrix until it is an empty shell,
Now so filled with love and light -
That the once formidable cave
Becomes a geode of crystalline light,
Glistening, transformed,
A jewel in the universe for all to see.

~ galaxygirl