My alarm is set, my legs crossed, my back straight. With eyes slightly open, I gaze directly at the fire burning in front of me. I peer through the freshly cleaned glass window of my wood-burning stove, taking in the dance of the flames and the flicker of the glowing embers. I am not so different from this fire. My body is carbon-based, just like the wood which fuels the flames. I too convert matter into heat.
The radiant heat of the fire warms my skin. I feel my face becoming flushed. While staring into the luminous coals I begin to experience a strange sensation, as if I’m staring into myself. The red and orange tissue of my body comes to life, flaring up with each inhalation of my breath. I’m stoking the flames of my flesh.
The lines between my body and the fire begin to blur, as if the previously solid form of my frame is breaking down like a piece of wood. The eternal flame that burns within can no longer be controlled. I ignite and begin to dance a wild and erratic dance, twisting and turning I light up the night.
I am the fire. The fire is me. Any separation dissolves into divine union.
I myself fire!