Fire, the great humbler of life,
gravity for the ego.
No matter one’s standing,
of royal or plebeian blood;
of flesh or root.
The flame does not discriminate.
Like an arrow through a balloon,
The flame humbles all.
gravity for the ego.
No matter one’s standing,
of royal or plebeian blood;
of flesh or root.
The flame does not discriminate.
Like an arrow through a balloon,
The flame humbles all.
To face the flame is to bare all.
At the mouth of life’s inferno,
reducing one to ash,
reducing one to earth.
A recognition of one’s insignificance,
a comical realisation;
a grain of sand in the great desert;
a drop of water in the vast ocean.
Equally vital as we are utterly expendable,
a single piece of the universal puzzle.
At the mouth of life’s inferno,
reducing one to ash,
reducing one to earth.
A recognition of one’s insignificance,
a comical realisation;
a grain of sand in the great desert;
a drop of water in the vast ocean.
Equally vital as we are utterly expendable,
a single piece of the universal puzzle.
The gauntlet of life burns forever bright.
An inextinguishable flame,
this glowing life-force,
the ever-present spark from Source.
The journey of the great warrior
building up oneself,
lighting one's own torch.
To be once again extinguished,
transformed into mere vapour
dispelled into the wind.
An inextinguishable flame,
this glowing life-force,
the ever-present spark from Source.
The journey of the great warrior
building up oneself,
lighting one's own torch.
To be once again extinguished,
transformed into mere vapour
dispelled into the wind.
We,
the fire walkers.
the fire walkers.
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