quixotic

i knelt down on both knees
on a bamboo mat
a plain white candle lit
on block of black basalt
before me

each minute
I repeated my mantra
three times.

I am the light.
I am the dark.
I am one.

and focussed all my attention
on the black spot
in the middle of the flame

There is no light
but me.

There is no dark
but me.

Where the light and dark are one
so am I.

for 100 minutes
i sought myself
in the dim light of that candle

when it flickered out
i thought of windmills
and went to bed.