Sacred Fire and Reflected Form
The fire burns yet does not kill—
A worship lit beyond the will.
He bends to watch the flames arise,
And finds the Infinite in guise.
What once was feared is now embraced—
The worshiper becomes the grace.
With pointed ears and childlike pose,
He sees himself where water flows.
Not man alone, nor beast denied—
A witness caught in mirrored tide.
The self he sees is not apart,
But every face his beating heart.
