The Rite

The sacrifice, the offering, the rise and fall of being in this ancient rite called life.

 

I keep rising from my ashes before being burnt again, but only until the highest tide will come and wash me away.

 

Let me burn by the flames of love, let me perish by the fires of grief, let me being consumed by the joys of wonders, let me feel being intensely alive!

 

Let me try to give warmth around me and be a healing incense to others. Let me shine bright sometimes in my burning, and please, let me stand still on my altar for a little while too.

 

So I can see the burning lights of all fires above me, before incarnating into the embers of my unknowns again.

 

 

Image taken at Talisker Bay, Isle of Skye, Scotland.

 

Done