A candle that burns with light
Needs air to survive
The flame beautiful and bright
Breathes air to stay alive

The winds of knowledge flow
The fire of passions burns
The whispers of love slow
The flame of life turns

Air and flame live together
Pulsing, living, with love
Depending on each other
As they look to skies above

We are the children
Children of the Old Ones
Their knowledge is from within
From deep in the soul it comes

How can we learn?
When will we see?
All that we yearn,
When will it come to be?

Answers will come to us
Just as they have for many
Just believe and trust
Open your eyes to beauty


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