The Flames

The flames burn no, it is the kindness of fire, the lick of passion. The flames burn so - it is love, it is hate, it is all those resentments held in the clawed fingers of hurt. The flames will kill you no, they will keep you safe in the fiery ovens of birth and rebirth. Your sandalwood soul is burning, no, it is the world that is the flame you are the sweet scent of life life is the kindle without you there would be no pleasure, nor suffering. The flames feed upon you and you on them... beat your chest, howl your holiness like you, within you, your God is aflame, be glad of it all.