Monday, February 15, 2010

Firelight

Fire plays an important part in my meditative times. There is something primal and sacred to it that I believe every human being knows without thought.

Light and warmth calls to us, draws our attention and focus.

I light my cigar and tend its burning carefully, keeping it even. My old Zippo lighter is a well-worn friend, faithfully bringing light as long as I care for its needs of fuel and flint. I light a tea light candle at cigar time, looking on the flame as I meditate or read. The smoke of the cigar ascends with my prayers.

There is always an element of beauty and comfort in this weekly ritual. It is simple, yet beautiful.

People are like cigars and candles. As the fire of life burns on in them, they glow, turning white and grey, and finally, their spirit ascends like smoke to join with All That Is.

We treasure the lighting of a new person, born in the heat and friction of sexual passion. We are blessed by the glow and warmth they shed upon us during our time together, and celebrate their memory as they ascend to Spirit.

As long as we live, the memories of their light and the ways it has shaped us never leaves our hearts.


Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

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