What is this mysterious,
Miraculous, sacred substance
Which gives us the impetus
To rise up each morning
And blaze a trail forward
Into the great wide world?
There is fire within us
And fire around us,
Though we may not see it,
It is there in abundance.
And the fire within us
Is the fire that is living,
The breath is the bellows
And the belly the furnace.
I see the fire is mighty,
Always sending sparks flying,
Making metal turn molten,
Forming boiling cauldrons.
And when the crucible’s glowing
Then the stone of all-knowing
Crystallises from nothing
Bringing Truth into being.
The Radiant, the Effulgent
Bright sphere of illumination
And inner being showing
I am one with the Light.
The Fire is quickening
And the ice, it is glistening
As the frost starts to melt
And my heart springs to life.
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