Embers of Time

Watching the magic of a living ember.

The living ember is aware!

It sets free the matter of yesterday;

It contemplates the mystery,

the history of growth;

Potential released by the flame, to recover

the plasmic kinetic motion.

With an ashen voice heard a first time, every time,

a flame that dances to its own vibrant song;

Propagating to every place into every time,

light's echo passes even through the void.

It is only fire that consumes as it creates,

creating a more stable element of being.

Give some of your energy, release what is in me!

Touch me with the heat that will ignite my consumption!

A flame to prepare my meals.

Pulsing embers to sooth my eyes.

My mind calmed by the crackling sparks

   that rise

   rise

    rise

     rise

... and vanish.

I am no longer afraid of the fire,

or of having the burn of desire,

No longer can I be concerned

with the cold darkness,

with the lifeless ash,

with the cause,

or the end.

Who are these embers that I know?

Are they aware of the life they contain?

Do they fear the all consuming power of release?

Can they grasp a spark from the flame of desire?

Just hold it long enough to ignite.

In time even smoldering char can become light:

ashen remains of something made pure,

having been released in the inferno,

A whole new world is possible from these ashes!

And the surface flame calms.

A swirling glow radiates.

Will there be any witness as it is consumed?

What a life it is!

A story that can never be told,

it has been told;

With words that can never be uttered,

they have been spoken,

Rise-

rise in this moment;

Burn-

for there is no return.

Author's Note

On a cold night, a fire surrounds you with warmth.