I am on fire.
I reside in fire.
Fire is within us.
In our bellies. We are fire of Spirit.
Feral fires of transmutation, transformation.
This conflagration will not be stopped.
One cannot fight Fire with fire.
“To those who do not know that the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.”Bertolt Brecht
Serpent flame-body advances upon the earth. Slithering, sylph-scales through hot tinder grasses.
Tearing the breath from living things.
Fire ravages, but she does not rage. Free from malice, she eats away at the decomposing underbelly of old doctrines, misdeeds and false beliefs.
Fire is no liar.
Perennially outspoken, but unjustly maligned.
Her job as Cosmic truth-teller is to expunge decay — concealed from eyeshot, but hidden in plain sight behind lies, deceit and fanciful views.
Fire presides at the Council of Beings, in service to a grand harmonic design.
Co-creator of destructive alchemy. A combustible Shiva, bearing witness to It All.
Clearing space for regeneration. For resurrection.
At the flick of her orchestral baton, a monumental explosion bursts into the land, sea and up to the sky.
Cyclonic flux and the torrid heat of metamorphosis spit forth, as from a dragon’s tongue. Consuming our dying world with its voracious, implacable hunger.
“It is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.”Jorge Luis Borges
Adoringly, as a mother, Fire shepherds the flow of her cathartic lava rivers. Directing viscous fiery salve, healing balm, into earth-sewn wounds.
Patching unmasked illusion with dense, alluvial nutrition.
Regenerative soils to sprout flower-bearing fields of a Gaia reborn.
Blood, sweat and tears, each one, exhausted.
Bonfires extinguish, glowing embers turn cool. Fire retreats to her hearthstone refuge, the silent, quiescent flame illuminating Spirit in all things.
And tender mercy prevails.
“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”E.E. Cummings
“Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.”Pablo Neruda