Tone of Fire White
In this fire white, I am aglow.
While the world wisps by,
Many beings in their awkward slow,
Follow those things that do not flow.
In this fire white, raven eggs die.
And are reborn, glowing bright.
None know the softness of Her heart,
Few know the sanction of Her dark.
Wandering, wandering, wandering far,
Bliss in rhythm which terror
Produces seeds of many-sided sight,
A lone traveller through endless paths.
I have journeyed over many peaks,
Many deep valleys filled with reeds.
The streams there flow upstream,
Climbing peaks like salmon keen.
I watched the Moon swing her arc,
I saw the galaxy of milk alive vivid.
We watched as Sun fell through the gap.
We knew this world as slighted sight.
I kept my way, and kept a rhythm,
Tuned to songs within inward vision.
The paths I followed, I kept to peace.
Tools carried, to spirit were ever released.
Three knots upon this lore to keep,
Sacred vision, sheer and steep.
No worldly plan is clear upon,
The turning rapture of infinite song.
In travel over these three lands,
As three lessons in three lives stand,
And three bulls in three white cloaks,
Cross and weave and walk and joke.
The hall was merry with sweet song,
Sweet drink and vast ears, all night long.
Strong of heart the spoken throng,
Ebbing towards memory of the unknown.
Boast, boast of your golden heart,
If it be true, then crowds will embark.
Along with your look to yonder blue peaks.
Along with your hook unto spirit deeps.
Five hundred stormy seas,
Five hundred bravest souls,
Five hundred sheer white cliffs,
Onward they roll.
The peace upon heart,
From fire in its place,
The truth will embark;
No journey without trace.
I am light,
I am dark,
Silk toned bright,
I am fire.