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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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