WAX

Creating candles in partnership , bringing light

Holding items together, with ease

Coating ears, protecting us

Forming beautiful patterns, within beehives

Wax around the heart

Protection or distorted view of the real you, the real me

What thickness is it?

Is color dispersed as encaustic painting , layering and layering? 

Without flooding my body with intense heat cast off to another,

how can this wax, covering my soul be liberated?

With heat? With light?

Flames.  Remembering when fire brought you close to

the God spirit and others

Lighting.  As ozone cleanses the sky and earth

Winter sun, toasting your back through layers of warmth 

ablaze with confidence

Sun melts me , in hammock or ground.

I am protected

by Mother Earth and cling to nothingness

What if unearthing this wax could uncover your own blazing heart

and dip  your fingertips with Love? Lightly drawn circles

boosted by the layer below

A container formed

Not fixed, but malleable ,from the warmth of your hands and heart

A tool for metamorphosis

I believe I still have this layer around my heart

It came when I took something personal last week

Now I draw a hot bath of coconut essence and ginger

I feel the layers dissolve and reinvent its purpose

Not to protect but to support

Created by you and me

To hold memories and thoughts no longer needed

My soft pink bowl of wax

sits as a queen upon a throne

wanting to greet her subjects and trials

with ease and possibilities, not rigidness... malleable

My soft pink bowl of wax

is made pure, effortless 

Circling its edge by index finger it 

glistens, it brightens

Remembering

All that is presented to me

May be modified

May be transformed

Layers on and of my heart

Can hold treasures outside of me

Carrying love and protection to another in need

Wax is needed, but no longer around my heart

Now I am open to LOVE again 

in opulent splendor

of the Divinity exposed!