The Fire will have its way

Last night I dreamt of a fire so Great

it ate everything in its way,

like a hungry ghost!

Has no one else noticed the cauldron

is tired of waiting for us to wake up?

The dream reflected the

heat of this moment

Flames of amazing Grace

take no account of who we think we are

Consuming it all like art alive as the living Divine

Unaware of what is coming

people carry on with their plays

standing in the theatre of distractions yet

this is a year of great change

enforced because we are still sleeping

despite hints from places Greater

I could write it down for you

to spread the word

but I know there are few ears to hear

let alone eyes to see

In my dream

Those close to me full of fear

fight off the flames

with useless barricades placed

But the flames leaped through them

beyond and within all

with a relentless intensity

that nothing can be left standing

They are running away

pleading with me to follow

But I stare mesmerised by the flames

like the swirling of the dervishes

everything surrendered in its path

‘What does it matter? I say

‘the fire will have its way, everything has to go,

everything must be consumed. Everything will be consumed. All gone .

If not now ,then later.

So why wait ?”

I laughed. They stared at me as if I were the one insane.

Calmly I sat down, a few inches away, feeling the heat I chanted

“ Om sri Parama Sapta Na Adi Da Love Ananda Hridayam”

The flames dancing towards me

I noticed one had remained

sitting next to me

Sharon the fertile plain?

or is she the flowering shrub

coming into her name?

close enough to start a dance within the cauldron.