the quiet, red flame

this night
there is a fire on the mountain
the fire rises to the sky
it is soft and slow

quiet and soft
it speaks to the stars
gently crackling
to a deafening silence

it rises from my heart
but soars to the edges
of all space
and all time

how blessed is the fire
and how blessed were they
who knew it
in ages gone by
how blessed are they
who know it now

in its flames
burns all sorrow
and all happiness
all ties to the world
all aspirations of the hereafter
all pain
all pleasure
they burn

and what remains
is beauty
of a quiet, red flame
burning in the darkness of night
speaking to the stars

~ by tdcatss on October 3, 2019.

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