Salamander in the Fire
The sacred teachings of the ancient ones
are whispered on the evening breezes
...are broadcast in the patterns of the fireflies
The creaking branches of the old sycamore tree
sing of ancient, epic battles
...while the crickets chirp the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone
Summer evenings trigger these kinds of thoughts
as I open myself to Being
The Milky Way stretches over the dome of the night sky
...and stirs a thousand generations
of incarnations within me
The song without words that we’re all trying to write
echoes through the nexus
of everything
