Chapter 8: Fires Of Love
We each have a song to sing
we each have a rhyme to ring
in the everlasting sounds of creation
we each have a note to play
we each have our line to lay
down in the symphony of conscious expansion
we are the music of the spheres
we are the life of all these years
we can relinquish fears and forge on through the dark
let your music be your light
let loves rhythm be your sight
as it ignites in you the fires from which you spark
the fires of love are burning strong!
There was a story of a flame
who didn't know LOVE was her name
she wondered why she was damned to live alone
the sound of darkness filled the room
unlike the comfort of the womb
and whispered sounds of doom that she had never known
she danced along as death unfurled
and flared her light unto the void
destroying everything created in her name
once LOVE observed what death had done
she tried to turn around and run
but knew that running now would only be in vain
so instead LOVE sang "the fires of love
the fires of love are burning strong!"
Come into the light
ignited from within
and bring into waking sight
the beauty that you dream
come into the light
become the flame you see
the music that you write
the consciousness you breathe
come into the light
and burn through all of your fears
create your infinite design
complete your circles with love
come into the light
and dance amongst the fire
be warm amist this night
for love will soon transpire
let this music so inspire
the fires of love are burning strong!
To All the Mythmakers:
The song “The Fires of Love” is intended to be an invitation for anyone to write a myth, or an expression about the eternal flame. The myth that I wrote is as follows:
“There was a story of a flame,
who didn’t know Love was her name,
she wondered why she was damned to live alone”
In this first stanza, I explore the myth of Love being the eternal flame. Love, as I have come to understand it, is the ultimate creation/creator, all things are one in love, in the light. As such, I explore here the idea of love being alone. Love as a ‘she’ is a reflection of myself, in my isolated experience of loneliness.
“The sounds of darkness filled the room
unlike the comfort of the womb
and whispered sounds of doom that she had never known”
The Sound of Darkness is both the sound of death, and the hissing sound that the darkness made when the light first woke up and spoiled the dark of its peace. Also, conceptually, if love is the ultimate everything, then the darkness is the purge of the fear of loneliness, and so all sounds are manifested by the flame itself, projected into the darkness, and are a mirror reflection of her own fears.
“She danced along as death unfurled,
and flared her light unto the void
destroying everything created in her name”
The darkness as “death” creates spaces within the flames manifestation. If Love is light, then death is what draws with the light, and their dance is the music of creation. Thus, death is always destroying any projection of light into the void, so that anything that love creates, death destroys, or separates into illusion.
“Once Love observed what death had done,
she tried to turn around and run
but knew that running now would only be in vain
so instead Love sang “the fires of love are burning strong!”
Love sees that death is destroying any creation of the light as a natural part of their romantic dance, and she suffers from the impermanence of their creation, wants to run away, but realizes there is nowhere to run because she is it, surrounded by the “darkness” which is just absence of light anyways. So running from her void is in vain because there is nothing to run from, so instead she sang that her fires are burning, accepting the impermanence, and singing into it. The image I get is a flame afraid to burn, but then saying “oh well,” burning and flaring, and allowing the darkness to purge through her song.
Project:
How would you write your creation myth?
What is your version of the 'Fires of Love'?
how do you envision the eternal heart song of creation?
What sets your soul on Fire?