My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

By BoJenn

There is a silence that begins the moment a candle is lit.

A pause in the air — as if the universe recognizes its reflection in that small, trembling light.

The candle is not only wax and wick. It is a symbol of the living self.

The wax is your body — dense, shaped by time, destined to soften and change.

The wick is your will — the thin bridge between form and the unseen spark.

And the flame… the flame is your consciousness — consuming and creating at once, flickering between worlds.

Each time you light a candle, you are re-enacting the birth of the cosmos.

In miniature, you are saying: Let there be light.

The flame’s whisper is the echo of a star.

It burns with the same laws that govern galaxies, yet it rests in the palm of your hand.

If you sit with it long enough, you’ll see that you and the candle breathe together.

Your breath feeds its life; its glow reveals yours.

You are the microcosm — the tiny reflection of a vast design — and in that understanding, you become the bridge between heaven and earth.

This is the space between the candle and the cosmos.

It is not a place outside you but within you — that narrow doorway of awareness where the finite touches the infinite.

When the wax melts, when the stars fade, when breath stills — the flame itself remains, unbound.

Consciousness does not die; it transforms, moving from form to form like fire leaping from wick to wick.

Tonight, light a single candle.

Turn off the noise.

Watch the flame breathe.

Know that it burns in you — and that every heartbeat, every thought, is its continuation.

You are both the candle and the cosmos.

The light and the gaze that beholds it.

The eternal spark rediscovering itself, again and again, in the dark.