A fire kindles with The Mind’s first step,
To feel Life’s burn beneath its foot.
From founding action,
Follows fundamental reaction,
A Fury of Desire to know what is Real.
Feel! Feel! The first of all fires!
The feel that precedes Love, Hope and Fear!
Life’s Flame of Freedom,
Sparked by Logic’s own Purpose,
Acts to defy,
This Formless Field.
The Second Step of Consequence,
Defines that which defies,
Through Measure so definite as Death.
Nuclear and Near by Nothing afield,
The Fire reflects a shadow of itself,
On itself,
For itself,
By itself,
Binding through Love to Desire itself,
Against defiance to decide,
In Darkness,
Freedom’s own degree.
Feel...Feel…
The forever field without Fear,
A promised place without Hope,
For light and shadow are one you see,
Always have been,
Always will be.
Those which are bound by present,
Were unbound before by past,
Binding both to feel the future:
That step which is first and last.
I see, I see
Flame and Shadow ought to be,
One and only One to me.
But here I am,
Dividing that One to Two,
To make that Two to Three,
Hence including me,
Myself,
Fixed at infinity.
I fear the flame’s fade to shadow,
As I love to conserve what I can see.
And I hope to defy my own desire,
For only in release the fire can be.
I leave the Two to be alone,
So the Two may become One,
Leaving me to know Nothing afield,
Setting me free to finally feel.
I feel…
I feel…
To know what is Real…