Angst

Flames Angst

Flittering, flickering, fluttering in the window to the Self,

 the mind's flame, a busy dancer, performs a dance of angst.

Ducking from the movement of forms that threaten to extinguish it,

 and following the objects and activities that promise 

to make it glow bigger and better,

it bends back; it moves forward; it glows smalll; it grows tall 

as it dances the seemingly never ending  dance of fear and desire. 

Feeling tiny and at the mercy of another's breath,

or a heavy gust of wind that could blow 

through the partially open window, 

it shrinks and curls forward, hiding its glow 

beneath the veils and shades it covers itself with.

Attracted to the that which it assumes will 

make it stronger and brighter...

it stands tall, puffing itself up, 

flickering brightly to make itself known 

to the moth tapping on the other side of the glass.

It dances its fervored dance of angst throughout the long night.

The busy flame during its exhauusting performance

does not ponder the truth that

 whether it dims itself to an ember, 

or manages to grow into to a ferocious fire,

it will be extinguished when morning comes. 

If it could only still itself on the wick at its center,

long enough to see that this temporary and fleeting dance 

doesn't need to be for protection or desire.

The little flame can simply experience what it is like to glow,

while it brightens the world around it;

 while it dances the perfect dance

until it merges with the light of dawn. 

© Dale-lyn June, 2026

Again I try not to judge what comes out here.  I was listening to another Michael Singer podcast and it just came out. Certainly not perfect and it doesn't feel all that inspired...it just is as it is.

All is well in my world.

 Michael A. Singer/ Temple of the Universe/ Sounds True (June 22,2026) Waking Up to Witness Consciosness. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xtcfpDQeQU&list=PLyOuAoSmZkKoESr2acNWwhznusbBkKXsT&index=1