***

The Eternal’s flame erupted into and beyond vision, scorching everything into pure bliss.

The Child within enraptured inside love’s beauty, seeds the Holy Fire’s Oceans.

The Eternal Dreamer stands inside the flames, smiling.

An Ocean of Sound plays the universes of knowing with heightened life.

The Child within plays Its sound within the orchestra of the All.

The Eternal Dreamer listens inside the melodies, smiling.

Love plays upon the heart, scorching away what’s impure.

The Child within surrenders, channeling the Oceans of Love.

The Eternal Dreamer stands ready, burning inside pure bliss.

***

 The Seeker looked down upon the plateau where the town resided.

The Master in His small hut smiled, knowing the Seeker’s desire.

Having traveled for months through the mountains, the Seeker found the Master.

"Are you ready to burn in the Holy Fire?" the Master said in a whisper.

The Seeker couldn’t respond as he became lost inside loving eyes.

"The flame now resides in your heart. Be and know that glow."

The Seeker awoke from a wonderful dream he couldn’t remember.

Alone, he wondered, but felt different, knowing something changed within.

Since the Master had left the town, the Seeker was thrown into life again.

Looking down into a canyon’s abyss, a wind was heralding the answer of answers.

Eyes filled with the intoxications of beauty as tears flowed in beauty’s pain.

The purpose of being was suddenly known, but the Seeker wasn’t burning.

Skilled in healing, the Seeker returned to the town to apply a serviceable craft.

Many came seeking the comfort of the body, but few wished to go further.

Passionate about the healing craft, the Seeker believed the years of service would give the answer.

Then one day the Seeker found a loving mate.

The warmth of two gave birth to children of light.

But over the years, the fire still hadn’t consumed Soul.

Gray in the hair, and a face wrinkled in age, the Seeker goes to Its private peak.

The Winds bloweth, heralding the eternal song of bliss.

Enraptured by the sound, the Seeker discovers his sound once again.

 
Looking upon the majesty of his life, the Seeker had to laugh.

The answer was always present, since Love filled all aspects of life.

How can one see what one is already? The question was asked in a smile.

Only then did the Master appear before the Seeker again.

"Are you ready to burn in the Holy Fire?" the Master said in a whisper

"I am the Flame, so there’s no seeking anymore," the Seeker humbly replied.

The Master smiled, and in that moment, Soul was free.

 ***

The Eternal’s flame erupted into and beyond vision, scorching the Child within ITS wake.

The Child within enraptured inside the beauty of Love, had grown much in the Oceans of Love.

The Eternal Dreamer smiles as the Holy Fire incarnated, becomes completely overcome by God’s love.

An Ocean of Sound stroked the Seeker like a fine instrument.

The Child within blended Its sound within the orchestra of the All.

The Eternal Dreamer was the All of melodies, smiling.

Love burns through the heart, scorching away what’s impure.

The Child within continues to remain a true matrix for the Oceans of Love to be.

The Eternal Dreamer stands steadfast, burning inside love’s bliss.

The Seeker’s eyes open, burning in the Holy Fire He always knew, but didn’t see.

A laugh fills the winds, calling to the next Seeker who seeks the answer from their Master.

Turning around, the Seeker returned to the town where He had served, burning as a living flame.

 ***

Heart Flames a tender, while a gentle touch blazes nova bright,

A kiss of morning glory raptures Soul,

While butterfly lips exchange, and suppleness surrenders.

Heart Flames a tender, seeing ever so clearly.

Caught by Eternal’s Flame, Soul burns.

Only then do small treasures mean more than gold.

People are wondrous unto themselves.

They play so hard their self directed scripts written long past.

Behold, and see the wonder All are to life.

God loves us so dearly, we’re free to live and play our dramas.

The Eternal Flame gently touches, burning Soul.

Pain becomes transfigured by the Heart’s flaming bliss.

The Child within awakes, seeing with soft eyes.

A smile fills the Seeker’s face as the kiss of morning glory touches Soul.

Looking over the sea scape of life, the Child of wonder understands.

***

The Seeker, now the Healer, enters the Tavern.

A Warrior sits the corner, shrouded by darkness.

Conditioned by countless battles, he can still smile and laugh.

The Healer, diminutive to the hulk before him, takes a seat unafraid.

There’re so many sides to the coin, the Healer can only laugh.

Somehow the Warrior understood and then coughed up blood.

The Healer drew out a potion and put it before the Warrior.

"This is only a temporary relief. Find your Holy Fire."

Just before the Healer left, he touched the hard flesh in love.

Suddenly the Tavern’s grapevine spoke of a Dragon sighting,

And as fear is so good in doing, it gives rise to unwarranted terror.

But he’d lived on the double edge of the sword so long, it was commonplace.

The mayor holding a heavy purse, plopped it before the Warrior.

So many emotions, fixed by lifetime patterns, beseech power for sustenance.

But it was love that answered as the Healer’s touch ignited Soul.

***

The Healer watched the Warrior riding away on his black stallion.

Standing on his peak, the winds sung its glory.

"Love is so wondrous," the Healer’s heart cried, "I Burn!"

Falling to his knees, the ancient plea is carried upon the wind,

"Let me Burn! Burn me more."

Tears streamed down the cheek, overcome by love’s bliss.

 ***

Death of the body was of little concern for the Warrior.

Honor and the samurai spirit, one who serves, meant everything.

Then upon his horse, the Healer’s words and Oh, his touch, worked as a fire storm.

Days, or was it a month, time ceased to matter.

The goal and duty to his word was his life’s sword.

Finally, he spotted the winged beast.

A hardness of self cracked and broke away as he studied with a Hunter’s eye.

The beast, so beautiful and magnificent to the eye, it was a wonder.

And alas, his awe also discovered truth. The Dragon was as solitaire as he.

The Dragon would enter the darkness of his mountain home,

While at night, coming out to spew out an inexhaustible flame.

Then at first light, the Dragon would fly back to his rest.

The Warrior knew he couldn’t reach the beast where it laid.

It was impossible to get to nor was he equipped for rock climbing.

Yet, his mind started to aflame by what, he didn’t know.

It took three days more for him to reach the mountain peak the Dragon sat nightly.

There was a deep sadness, a melancholy in the beast that was heart cleaving.

The Beast seemed to be experiencing a pain so deep, it hurt the Warrior to see.

Finally, he was ready and situated for his attack.

The Dragon came, majestic in power’s glory.

It raised his voice to the heavens, but all the Warrior could hear was the sound of fire.

The Warrior couldn’t react, spellbounded by the beauty.

Gazing into the fire cloud, he saw his Holy Fire.

An image appeared to his mind, and then letters where known.

No longer bound to his past, the Warrior was reborn on the sound.

He dropped his weapon and shed his armor.

Standing naked with the Dragon by his side, he sung.

The Warrior’s voice was coarse and battle damaged.

Everyone that heard his sound cringed in terror.

But as the Dragon heard the secret word sung, it was the sweetest of sounds.

The sound of his voice earthquaked through the Warrior’s body and Dragon alike.

The Eternal’s flame recognized the sound, erupting through their hearts.

Completely enthralled by the sound, the Holy Fire consumed them.

The Dragon gave the word light.

The Human gave the word sound.

The Holy Fire united them both.

"It’s time," the Dragon said within the Warrior’s mind.

"Ride me as we fly cosmic’s wing."

The power of the Dragon lifted the Warrior to his place.

The Warrior found a kindred spirit, a brother forevermore.

No longer a human hardened by lifetime conditioning, the Child within awoke.

Looking up to the heavens with eyes of wonder, they flew.

Suddenly a white hole appeared, a gateway beyond mortal’s grasp.

They were ready, and with hearts full with their sound, they flew.

The secret word of Dragons must be joined by love’s sound, or all that is, is flame.

***

The Healer saw the moment when the Warrior found love.

Giving thanks to his Father up High, his soft eyes watch the receding glow.

For unbeknownst to the two, they glowed the Holy Fire fully aflame.

 ***

The Healer, now a Teacher of the Way, sat his once Master’s hut.

And like all Teachers of the Way, his task seemed unsurmountable.

"How can love be the keynote for all actions if few know IT?"

As a Healer, he had acquired enough things to be said he was wealthy.

But as a Teacher, his needs were meager, so he was said to be poor.

Little did all know, it was love expressions that made Soul feel rich.

The Clergy of the town’s temples would approach his hut and smirk.

"He’s no threat. See, the people give him nothing of value."

The Teacher smiles and offers them a cup of tea, but they refuse.

The affluent have already paid for their heaven, but for good measure, they seek the Teacher’s blessings.

They leave with only the Master’s smile and blazing eyes, filled stomach of weak tea, unsure of what’s happened.

Expensive gifts made are turned over to the poor until they stop coming.

Children are precious, for in their innocence, they’re attracted to love centers.

Adults have blinded themselves, but like a moth to a flame, children ask to burn.

A group of children seek out the Teacher, presenting gifts only hearts can make.

Looking over the crude fashioned artifacts of love, the Teacher handles them as precious pieces of treasure.

Sitting around a circle in the small hut, while a fire keeps them warm,

The Teacher speaks to them like adults, and sometimes, they understand.

Stories are the heart blood for a child’s imagination.

Gradually, they piece together the truth spoken and love the Teacher more for not talking down.

Above all else, they just love the old man, since he makes them laugh.

One day an orphan seeks admittance to the children’s circle.

But an affluent child was using his power to keep him out.

The Orphan didn’t have a gift, except a wanting belonging, making his heart cry.

Coming upon the dispute, the Teacher presented the Orphan with a gift.

Carving knives the affluent boy gave him was handed over.

Eyes bright in pure joy, the Orphan knew how to serve the Teacher.

Working for months on his carving, it was finally done.

The Orphan felt worthy to be accepted into the circle.

Head held high, he made his way to the hut.

Suddenly waylaid by the affluent one’s gang, all was lost.

His set of knives and gift were no more.

The beating of his body was a little thing to that of not belonging.

Crying, not from body pain, but in his gift’s loss, he held his head low.

"I accept your gift of love," the Teacher said.

Looking up to his side, sitting with him, only soft eyes beheld him.

"But it was taken away," the boy cried in a soul ache.

"The object, yes, but not your love to me," the Teacher replied, holding the boy as a father would.

"Can I join the circle then?" the boy’s sound filled with tearful expectation.

"As long as you live from here," the Teacher said, placing his hand over his heart area,

"It matters not where you may be. You’re part of my circle."

Then the Teacher smiled, seeing what the boy couldn’t.

An ancient man, wearing old tattered working clothes, neared them.

"Boy, did you make this?" His gruff voice sounded menacing, holding his gift.

When the boy nodded, "Then come with me. I’ll make a true carver out of you."

Heart’s desire fulfilled upon the pain of love was beyond words.

Hugging the Teacher with all his love, the boy raced after the old man.

And learn, he did, putting all his passion into each piece.

Years passed, and the affluent one became the mayor.

Then one night, he heard a knock on his door.

On the doorsteps was a five foot statue of himself.

Closely examining each stroke and his features, he cried.

The Carver had made him beautiful, while just holding the wood seemed to heal him.

Some need in him was to find love through things, and so the Carver became his way.

Forevermore, love would reign between the differences of two.

***

Melodies of life suddenly swirled around the Teacher.

The hut’s small space seemed to gateway the universes.

Empowered by the sounds, the Teacher couldn’t say if Eternity passed.

"Are you ready?" the Master said beside him.

"Ready for what?" the Teacher was confused.

"The Holy Flame needs you to burn the whole of life."

"What about the people here?" the Teacher said it with love for them, rather than through a sense of power.

Seeing the manner of such expressions, the Master smiled.

"You’ve chosen well in your successor. The Carver will become as you did."

The legacy of the Master’s smile and loving eyes was beheld.

First Cause works best through love, waving life beyond conception.

Knowing the Master was right, the Teacher became a student again.

The Holy Fire engulfs Soul into ITSELF, teaching.

Returning to the mortal worlds, the student wear’s his Master’s robe.

There’re no words to describe the trust the Holy Fire recognizes.

"What is love? How can I catch this Holy Fire?"

The Master listens to the questions in knowing kindness.

"Life is only Spirit, and being spirit it has nothing," he replied.

Blank eyes stare back, seeking the quick and easy answer.

"Ok, then, how can you not be the Love that God gives you to be?"

In compassion, he added, "ask yourself: What am I doing that stops His love to be?"

Most of the time his words meet rocky soil,

But occasionally, one does hear.

A smile, soft eyes and a touch, the Holy Fire burns.

***

The Eternal’s flame erupted into and beyond vision, a gift of life from the Child within.

Love’s beauty downpours mercy and compassion from eyes filled with the Holy Fire..

The Eternal Master stands true inside God’s flames, smiling.

***

The Living Flames from God’s Heart seeks those kindred to ITS Law.

Dragon and Warrior look up and smile, knowing and seeing, only to Burn more.

The stormings universally bounded, noting the two deeper into ITSELF.

Bodies of flesh no more, glow like suns in a sea of light ever grander.

Feathers of the wing, casting wave to wave, find endless bliss with each stormings.

Gazing the infinite horizon, a new storm has been seeded.

Dragon and Warrior laugh, smiling with hearts at play, feeling joy of being united.

Power incarnate had found its balancing factor, a heart.

Seeing the storm, thinking as one, they fly to meet the new challenge.

The cosmic sea made of rainbow, multi-colored strands, plays concerts on life’s string.

Wave upon each wave cycle the two explored, but haven’t found their Word’s home.

An unseen flame keeps their breath a burning, compelling them forward for the next wave.

Positioned upon the cusp of a super nova blast of light and tortuous sound reverberations,

A likeness of what could be, but having far greater meaning,

The Dragon and Warrior face their test with brave and adventuresome hearts, fully aflame by the Holy Fire.

***

The fabric of God’s spirit forms around the differentiating units in expression.

Love being love, unable to be anything else, gives life to Soul and Its dreams.

Unable to see the truth, man casts their desire unceasingly, begging for a morsel.

What is the greater gift, a smile or piece of gold?

The Master accepts equally in kind, but OH!"

The Heart cries in the ecstasy of such and smiles in return.

The fluid nature of mankind’s universe shapes to the directed will.

How abundant life can be if one seeks the things of the world.

A child giggles in their entrance into the world, only seeking the smile and touch.

Having learned the lessons in how fluid light may be,

Dragon and Warrior choose to sing their Word upon cosmic’s wing.

Possessing All, but needing nothing, partners in God’s grace shapes their destiny.

Natures of Soul are explored and discovered, seeing minor selves in different bodies.

Unifying such natures into a oneness, they dream and create wonders without form.

Born inside a smile and touch, they can only laugh inside a Holy Fire not always kind.

Eternal’s flame, universally expressive, drowns Dragon and Warrior into infinity.

Beauty of nothingness, where there’s no right or left, up or down, absorbs Soul in naked bliss.

Dragon and Warrior, transfigured as one, laugh in the Holy Fire’s playground.

No where to go, nothing to seek, there’s only one option:

Be the nature as the Holy Fire sees It to Be.

Suddenly, as God Laws so deem, Soul manifests Heart’s truth.

Knowing this life, no man can dream, is the living truth.

The Dragon and Warrior as One turn away, seeing that the fabric of God’s body needs tuning.

Just before their return, God quakes the All in Voice, making His Will known.

"My children, two unmatched by those in play, carry My Living Flame.

"Guard IT well my children and obey the wisdom of ITS use.

"For within thee, worlds are made or unmade upon a single Word."

Words can’t describe how the Holy Fire, burns!

Made and unmade, and then made again, God created His servants.

Upon a Word, Dragon and Warrior fly Cosmic’s wing again, smiling.

The Cosmic sea scape is known and seen in minute detail.

The slightest wayward energy strand lights immediately to sight.

Guardians of the Flame are ready and willing, intercepting and ready to balance.

"Return the Holy Fire to the Land," the known Voice decrees.

Obediently and without hesitation, the two fly unerringly to the land of need.

With the great Sword of Fire before him, the Warrior defends the flame.

The land of need was controlled by a Baron Noble controlled by passion’s dark hand.

The people suffered greatly, falling deeper into hopefulness.

Disease and cruelties rampantly flourished like a wild fire.

Finding a spot in a dark wood, they made their home.

Dragon became a horse, while the Warrior, a hermit and Healer.

Singing together their Word, the woods soon became healthy.

Word spread of the Hermit who could heal their wounds.

First the poor and wretched came, seeking solace of body.

They left with a renewed spirit, taking with them a portion of the Living Flame within their heart.

Over time, a heart beat to the Guardian’s of the Flame, their Word spread like a mighty storm.

Lives upturned by Fates’s design, a quickening of spirit not even the Clergy understood,

Brought the endings of cruelty to the heartless in kind, while the Guardians kept true to the Word.

The Baron fell to disease, and no Court healer could stay its hand.

Desperate, he ordered the hermit to his side.

But however or whatever they did, he wasn’t found.

Then on the Baron’s last night, the Hermit appeared shrouded in a Peasant robe before him.

"Remember this lesson this day, and maybe, lifetimes from now, you’ll discover what the poor found."

The Hermit disappeared as he came, leaving a wealth of understanding without saying the words.

That night the Baron died, followed by most of his cohorts,

A vacuum was created, giving rise to a few face.

The Holy Fire found the one to serve, giving the Hermit his leave.

***

Back in the worlds of untold bliss and beauty,

Dragon and Warrior sing their Hearts to the Maker directly,

The ONE who breathes their breath and heart with a flame no words can describe..

 ***

The WORD is Law, and Law is the WORD.

Wielders of such Power take humility’s stance.

For whoa to the One who forgets this Noble truth.

The flutter of a wing, the beating of a heart,

The rising and falling ... the opening of an eye,

All speak the truth to the Dragon and Warrior.

Basking in the loving bliss of the Almighty,

The Dragon and Warrior pay homage and devotion in the Living WORD.

Nothing is needed or desired, except to burn in the Holy Fire.

"Administer the Law!" The command resonates Soul like a whisper,

A serene softness that could easily turn universes asunder.

Devoted to the WORD, they hear and immediately take to flight.

The WORD is Law, and All life trembles upon Law’s heart string.

There’s no Doing as man thinks of it,

Rather, it’s a state of Beingness expressed upon the WORD’s wing.

***

The Cosmic landscape cords in distinct melodies, unified in God’s Law.

Beauty so great as to steal a heart beat becomes the vision.

Lighted Seas and currents, waves within waves all become part of seeing.

Matter isn’t seen as solid, but rather, an energy necessary for manifestation.

Solar winds and their etheric wave dance exists as part of the Cosmic’s Game.

Dragon and Warrior move to a rest point, secure and protected, Just Being.

A new world falls into imbalance, which the Dragon and Warrior must address.

Inside the void of space, they simply see the planet in its ideal.

God’s Law is made manifest as ITS Power radiates from the Chosens.

Does it matter, as man might believe, to know the smallest why or how?

God’s Law of simplicity is sacred in that Soul must only Be.

Trusting, having complete faith that the highest good is served, Dragon and Warrior serve the WORD.

***

"Winds of Change" may last lifetimes or speed up in a single breath.

Invisible to sight by mundane eyes, Dragon and Warrior walk the lands,

Leaving in their wake, devastation transmuted into transfiguration.

The Living WORD, the Holy Fire burning like uncountable suns magnified,

Concentrates ITSELF within the commitment and dedication of two.

It matters not where they might be, for they are the Law made manifest.

The small things man so cherishes are far removed from sight.

If such a thing were to be, the WORD manifests it so.

Therefore, the two travel silent and unseen, serving in ways uncomprehensible.

 ***

Giving all they are to the Lord of Lords, seeing and knowing only Him.

They wait upon a single wish, while serving with an ever increased focus.

A Law unto themselves, they create new fountainheads for God’s sight.

Vigorously planting new centers for knowing creation,

Dragon, having shape changed to a man, and the Warrior stood waiting,

For it was time to witness the "Great Change", a "Light Giver" reborn.

The ceremony was done in simplicity and grace, as was the passing of power.

The Master turned over his Power to the Healer.

Fully in flame by the Holy Fire, radiant by Law’s enrapturement, mankind was blessed.

The Healer, now the Master, tightly focused inside God’s sight,

Looks toward the watchful silence of the two and smiles.

They smile and then disappear, commanded somewhere else.

What does it matter to those who speak in a smile and touch?

Love’s kiss is instant, forever giving and eternally present.

Though changed by the natures of service, hearts still aflame in the Holy Fires, burn!

***

The Master of Love, reborn to Grace all life in compassion’s healing waters,

Looks through God’s Eye, seeing not as a man, but knows the WORD and Law of Being.

A child in a distant land cries, and instantly, the Master’s Love is present to be accepted.

The Holy Fire, a flame unquenchable to the Heart,

Seeks to give more through the silence of Just Being.

Sometimes a spark escapes through a smile or touch, turning worlds within worlds.

Freedom’s solutions are found in the minute expressions of Heart sparks.

A single tendril of light that could easily consume suns

Is simply Grace unfurled by the Master’s smile or touch.

Man child, young or old, female or male, is a glory of creation to be.

Individuals seek the Way of their purpose, burning in the Holy Fire unknown.

The Game of life has many dramas to be played until -

The Golden Heart is only the beginning in the step toward aliveness.

Quickened by God’s Grace, Soul burns in true purpose.

Life begins when the individual accepts the Master’s hand in friendship.

***

A single drop from God’s Heart, issuing forth from ITS mouth, the Ocean of Love and Mercy,

Births inside a smile or touch, a gentleness of spirit only Love may bring.

It’s through Soul the drop of unconditional love that is given expression.

Soul is consciousness, however It finds expression, but one thing remains true, love gives life.

The Master’s compassion overviews creation, giving all that He is to All.

Light is given, a life force for each soul to be, God’s gift to All.

The Awakening Child opens Its eyes to the world, unknowing at first, in how the Holy Fire burns.

Aeons may pass as tiny lessons become truths, a tiny spark of what could be.

Learning to sing the sacred rhythms, Soul dances eternal’s songs.

A Golden Heart flames throughout Soul as the Holy Fire finds unity with Soul in song.

It matters not how Soul may find expression, but in Its giving, It burns the flame unconditionally.

Completely consumed by the Holy Fire, the Awakening Child begins to truly live from God’s Heart.

***

Every grain of sand, blade of grass, animals and species dominate live because of the Master’s Grace.

Always seeking those ready to burn a little more, He offers a smile or touch.

A Seeker breaks away from the organized herds, yet, still fearing to be free.

Asking for help into the heavens, a Stranger approaches, disguised.

Eyes blind to heaven’s gift, hearts meet in kind, finding private places.

Discourses made under star light turn Hearts golden.

Eyes open to life’s richness, the Seeker discovers the Holy Fire.

Rhythms reverberate Soul in God’s Heart, burning the glorious drop,.

A single life gift that flames every aspect of the Cosmic totality.

"Let me Burn O mighty Lord," the Seeker cries in ecstasy’s agony.

"Let the Holy Fire consume thy soul," the Seeker says as Its knees touch the ground.

"Let thy servant act fully in Your Will O Lord, for this lowly one knows the truth."

The Seeker moves with a different step, returning to the throngs where It once stood.

Burning in the Holy Fire, the Master’s grace blossoms from a new Chosen.

For with each Chosen, life becomes richer in the Holy Fire’s breath.

Always on the look out for the next Seeker in readiness, regardless how many, the Master is always present.

Even the lone creature struggling in life’s survival, with hardships weighing heavy, the Master’s love unfurls.

A new home and kindred spirits welcome the lone one, obeying the Master’s will in God’s service.

A robed figure stands on a dusty thoroughfare as society wears their colors.

A Peasant treads with life’s burdens until he meets the eyes of the silent Master.

No word is spoken, but a smile is exchanged, a gift of the flame that frees.

The Master, the Light Giver, the only one empowered by the Almighty,

Gives Love unconditionally to all life, but to those who want to Burn,

They are chosen to carry the flame of the Holy Fire in their Hearts.

***

Whoa to the Seeker of Power for its own sake, for salvation is only found in the Master’s smile,

An expression found in the eyes and face, a Grace of seeing the Awakening Child within.

Let the Holy Fire burn, so freedom may be heaven’s gift.

The Master sees the readied heart and smiles...

 ***

The Master always present, sees clearly ITS Chosen flame.

It matters not where He may be to one’s sight.

God’s Heart pouring forth ITS unconditional love always knows.

The Holy Fire sparked within the Seeker until the bodies blossomed;

Expanding waves of light torched from Soul’s Heart;

A Golden flame so bright, it lit the All of Alls.

The Seeker moves to Its private place with a fire in the breast.

A flame so tangible that bordered rapture and agony,

A feeling so complete, to do without would be worse than death.

The Seeker humbles before the Lord of Lords, singing Its private word.

Finally, eyes open not to the body world It inhabits,

While golden eyes fill with life, tearing in compassion for the Holy Fire’s flame of love.

"Thank You O Lord for allowing me to see Truth as it is.

"Thank You for the Master’s smile, showing me the Way.

"Thanks for loving us even when we believe ourselves to be undeserving.

"O precious children of the flame, see that you’re a heaven’s grace.

"Little things done in love without thought are the flaming torches.

"A smile, touch or word can easily turn worlds within worlds.

"O Lord of Lords, my eyes see the flame that empowers all Your creations.

"Help thee seek to fan the flame brighter.

"See, O Lord, my body burns from Your Love."

Head bowed, knowing full well, all words spoken are heard,

The Seeker cries, "Let the Holy Fire burn."

The Almighty’s Mercy answered before the asking was made.

The Master smiles, touching a spirit ready for a hotter heart.

                                                        ***

The Master always present, sees clearly ITS Chosen flame.

It matters not where He may be to one’s sight.

God’s Heart pouring forth ITS unconditional love always knows.

The Holy Fire sparked within the Seeker until the bodies blossomed;

Expanding waves of light torched from Soul’s Heart;

A Golden flame so bright, it lit the All of Alls.

The Seeker moves to Its private place with a fire in the breast.

A flame so tangible that bordered rapture and agony,

A feeling so complete, to do without would be worse than death.

The Seeker humbles before the Lord of Lords, singing Its private word.

Finally, eyes open not to the body world It inhabits,

While golden eyes fill with life, tearing in compassion for the Holy Fire’s flame of love.

"Thank You O Lord for allowing me to see Truth as it is.

"Thank You for the Master’s smile, showing me the Way.

"Thanks for loving us even when we believe ourselves to be undeserving.

"O precious children of the flame, see that you’re a heaven’s grace.

"Little things done in love without thought are the flaming torches.

"A smile, touch or word can easily turn worlds within worlds.

"O Lord of Lords, my eyes see the flame that empowers all Your creations.

"Help thee seek to fan the flame brighter.

"See, O Lord, my body burns from Your Love."

Head bowed, knowing full well, all words spoken are heard,

The Seeker cries, "Let the Holy Fire burn."

The Almighty’s Mercy answered before the asking was made.

The Master smiles, touching a spirit ready for a hotter heart.