Warmth burns in my belly.
I eat and consume,
powering my form.

When I touch things
they are transformed,
destroyed and made into ephemeral
memories of light and sound.

My life is my purpose,
to transmute.
I take mere matter,
the dross, the grist,
and turn it into beauty,
however fleeting,
a glimpse of the Creator
through the act of Destructive Creation.
My chants rise to the sky,
and my passion is helplessly on display.

I free the Energy that is hidden,
trapped within mere chemicals,
and show that so much of everything can serve as fuel,
can be input for the blazing experience.

Different inputs may color me,
but I remain true to myself.
My nature is not in discussion,
even if its manifestations vary.

I am companion, I am inspirer,
I am comforter, I am purifier.
I am reminder that all flows,
and that nothing is outside of the reach
of Change.

I live,
and my life itself is Beauty.