Holy Fire

 The color of consciousness. The content of being. Feelings. How I feel and how I am. Within a wave I ride myself towards death and life. Towards eternally awakening. Within a thousand colors I paint a picture that walks and breathes and feels. My feelings are my life. They are the composition of my being. They are my being. Stars joined by a single force in one great light. My body and being. Stars within stars within stars. One star, one sun, one great spreading light. One field. Infinitely bright. One radiance pouring out of all things. One fiery river of light, one fiery sea. An infinite sea and a bottomless sea, filled by the rivers of all in creation. Things are not as they appear. They are bright light. Bright fiery light. Torrents of fiery waters spilling in infinity. The world we see is an image floating on this great body that we mistake for something with substance. We confuse our bodies and our thoughts for this great body of light, even our feelings. These things are only real when they are pure fire. Pure dharma. Because this is what they are. The flame burns all things and is all things. The great blazing fire that turns the universe. 

In the matrix of conditioned consciousness, things are just things. In the eye of truth they are a blazing light that fills infinity. In the matrix there is the world and within it the fire. In the Spirit, there is only fire. A raging fiery furnace without walls. The matrix is a teardrop in the eye of infinity within which many of us spend our entire lives, while this eye looks out to infinity in all directions. One teardrop among infinity is the universe of separate forms. One speck of dust on a verdant leaf in the jungle of an endless rain forest. How small we believe we are. How small we find ourselves. How uncomfortable we forget we are in the confines of imagined flesh and bone. No matter, it is all a passing dream indistinct from the flame. The flicker of a candle, a child is born, lives, and dies. Another flicker, a universe expands then contracts into nothing. A thousand times a thousand flickers in a world of space and time filling in the chambers of our mystical hearts. Grains of sand, treasured memory, spilling forth into the bottom half of an hour glass, coloring the bliss of ancient feeling. Coloring the heart of this world that passes before our eyes as a summer's breeze or the play of light on the water. The resonant voice of a mountain we hear with our eyes. No less because of deforestation, an accent to the ever changing current of the universe sung in complex harmony within the world of form. The many layers to a song of one's own wandering life throughout the universe. Infinite wandering among infinite stillness. Infinite composure within the wandering of oneself. One set of eyes within the sea of colors that is the dance of the cosmos. Tiers and tiers of structure unfolding under cosmic law which is the endless play of Spirit. 

Look out and see yourself in a thousand bodies singing the cosmic song. Carrying life forward forever into death and new life, the spilling of the fiery water of life. Filling countless images with the divine spark and its unique divine melody that carries them to their wyrd. Their destiny and death. Singing the death song in life as they awaken to themselves and their purpose. In a puff of smoke, the image crashes to Earth and dies. Smoldering until the light goes out. Image within image, the soul ferries the spark into new life, again and again and again until it is seen that one spark lives within all souls and this spark is the fire of the universe. The universe of form is a blanket that covers much of this flame. We see it only in specs within beings scattered throughout the universe, sparks among the darkness of the night. Without the blanket, the veil, we see that these sparks are mere points in a fire that fills the night. Not sparks, but flame. One great flame. Not separate, but one body of fire. Those of you with souls of fire may easily find this to be true. The fire within all life, that is all life. This fire can be a sky, or a sea, or a body. The Earth, The Air, or The Water. The Fire. The Life. The Spirit. The sea within the sea that is the Sea. The Here and Now. So simple we miss it in a single heartbeat, in a stutter of awareness. Yet the fire remains within all as all whether or not we see it. It is The Flame, the one and only seemingly throughout all change. The constant heart of the universe. Dragon's flame. Dragonfire. Infused with the deepest wisdom. The vessel of dharma. The thought and mind of Buddha. His thought being the many bodies of the sangha. Zen Merlin. Zen fire. Zen. 

The Dragon Fire of Zen.