The Flame of Life
I am the Flame of Life
made of Love,
and of Joy, of Laughter and Bliss I am.
I burn ardently with many desires,
to savour and experience,
to feel and live,
to look, see and observe and
lose myself in the music and harmony
of life and also its shadows,
the dark and the ugly,
that churns beneath.
It is all mine.
I am here to set fire,
light up, set ablaze, purify and destroy,
bring warmth,
illuminate and consume,
until nothing remains except
the smouldering embers,
glowing charcoal
transformed from wood, that would
otherwise rot,
in damp and dark misery.
I burn, making you burn with me,
for what greater Joy can we partake in
together, than the One shared consuming
in the fire of divine transformation?
Come not near me,
if you fear the burn,
the heat and the smouldering,
the anguish and the sweet excruciating pain.
Stay put and watch from afar,
be safe.
Do not, ever, attempt to enclose me,
tame my living tongues of flame
or enshroud me;
many have tried and miserably lost themselves
caught up in their petty worldly delusions
of Pride and Grandeur and Fame,
their insignificant Ego.
Know, that no one can bank the Flame
of Life Eternal.
I burn.
Alone or in company,
in all moments and seasons,
whether manifest to prying eyes or not,
know that I burn endlessly.