The flame of
the fire burning
up with fierce
force and consuming
all that confronts it
with such softness
and tenderness so
subtle it can never
actually cause harm.
Its fiery blaze
consumes everything
except the beloved.
Love is the fire
burning within the
depths of the heart.
It hides all errors,
melts all anger,
in all angles,
repair all wrongs,
when pride and
ego are killed
and allowed to die,
without resuscitating,
love blooms .
Resurrecting the dead
ego in anyway is
regrettably depressing.
The fire of love
is definitely divine.
It is pure and child-like.
We are the carrier
of that divine
enablement of the
light in love.
The clove of
that fire is
on top of
our heads burning
and drawing the
worthy ones
to it's flame
and brightness.
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