Candle bright with steady glow
Wick unlit no fire to show
Yet the room felt warm and lit
Soft as dream where angels sit
Light appeared from inner seam
Not from wax or earthly gleam
Energy beyond the match
Unattached to earthly catch
Radiance arose from peace
Warmth grew full in silent crease
Nothing burned yet all grew bright
Stillness shimmered into light
Power not from force or spark
Not from pushing back the dark
Sometimes glow emerges clear—
Light is born when mind is near