Spontaneous Combustion

There was a place in the center of his mortal body, a furnace
of fire, a turning wheel of fire, an all-consuming blaze of light,
the same flare of magic which shined us out of the age of darkness
and into the time of living light, the very light that grants true vision
to the eye and mind, and now behold he was borne aloft by fire,
lifted through the burning skies and thrust into the fiery stars
astride the tip of a furious flame, on his own but not alone,
engulfed in a dream, a dream of fire, he traveled on,
swept along through the cold heart of space
while the only trace he left behind —
a beckoning siren’s song of fire,
blazing still within our chest.

Firework 10s

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, and our lazy dog, Amos, in a lovely little mountain town called Paradise, situated on the ridge of the Little Grand Canyon, in the Northern California Sierra Nevadas. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ Free Transliterations of Spiritual Texts: http://freetransliterations1.blogspot.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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