Have you ever entered the deepest of yourself and felt the most absorbing silence? It is that place where one can find the garden of fire. Its fearless breath transforms those who touch you, and its presence illuminates the book of a thousand tales with a single smile. It seems as if you were falling into the breath of death but fear no more; there is no such thing as death. Tales have been told and we have seen bodies dissolve, but our stories lack the vision of a hawk.
In the garden of fire you stand, strong, ahead of illusion, calling the enemy to join the flowery redemption that awaits those who in fear reject the light that burns your deepest secrets. In the garden of fire let them ignite through the passion of your bravest heart that knows no darkness as you are empty of power. In the garden of fire you are, you are not the driving force of event horizon, and in such humility you remain, falling into ashes, falling into you, falling into that that gave you birth, falling into that that gives birth to a renewed glow, to a renewed you.