The Burning

For strength I am humble
Impressed upon me by a knowing
A certainty of direction
I must follow the inside track

Where the air is condensed
By force of movement the fever begins
Silent of hunger yet devouring inside
The moment lingers eternally

Master now of wind and flame
Dead wood screams as it crackles
In the light of dying embers
A reflection is born

The truth of an illusion
Creating still space in time
We reflect upon its meaning
Looking to the place inside the picture

Creation always creating
It is like a burning