Fire and life

A scorching flame

touched every moment of this birth, the coming

day touched

passed through the hands, touched yesterday touched

every seed, sprout, tree plant,

flower-leaf touched the flame of every wind that touched

me ...

Even days, months, and years I kept on boiling in the cauldrons of untouched fire,

like water,

a quarter of my age passed without boiling like this,

without leisure,

where happiness has become like steam,

The fire surrounds me, the fire only runs away!

There is no happiness in boiling like this,

but that consciousness has not woken up yet,

it is waiting for the time, it will wake up as you lift the waving

cover!

Let this fire keep burning now, keep burning like this,

life continues to boil in the pan.