You close your eyes slowly...
See a white wide lighten candle that bright in the dark.
You approach it and you see an ant on the surface of it, away from the small lake of oil at the base of the wick. It moves its head, it takes some steps forth and back. You look at it from as close as you can.
You blink your closed eyes and you find yourself riding the ant. You hear it swishing between its mandibles, being reluctant to move and having its legs hooked on the wax. It turns its head and looks at you and one of its antennas touches your cheek; it knows who you are and why you both are there.
You look up at the flame that rises and moves slightly in front of you. Its colour from down there at the back of the ant is a transparent white reflecting the colour of the wax. You do not feel any heat... It is as if you are protected by an invisible cloak; only a soft wind, a current of air that comes from every direction towards the centre of the candle and up rises due to heat. You hear the whistling of the flame every time it moves as a bright flag above you; your glance is hypnotized and your soul is elated. You lie down on the back of the ant, you take a deep breath and remain calm looking at the flame.
The ant lowers its body and suddenly flounces up… You are in the air drifted upwards by the warm air towards the top of the flame. You find yourself balancing in the air just above the top of it. You open your arms and you revolve; no heat, no pain, no fear, only light below and darkness all around. Then, you are lowering and entering the flame until you find yourself in its centre and you are protected by it like being in a cocoon. No sounds, no wind, no heat, no fear, just floating in light with a totally new view from inside towards out.
The flame itself has become a transparent crystal clear window to a new world. No darkness, a white lighted cell all around and suddenly colour splashes everywhere, taking familiar shapes but with indescribable vivid colours. The house of your mother’s family on the island, the home of your immigrant uncle in the United States, the farm of your cousin just out of the mainland village. Then, the persons themselves, all those that you have not seen for quite some time and you will only meet again out of time. All of them smiling, waving, sending kisses to you, and giving you a glimpse or light beyond darkness. Suddenly, all together starting to blow towards your flame and making it thinner and thinner. The younger one, the always smiling, optimistic cousin approaches your flame, blinks at you and whispers loudly: “You have a meeting, don’t miss it”.
You open your eyes quickly…
