L. F. Q. B. (Le Feu Qui Brule)

My Eternal One

I dream of the luminescent sun
And of its dense and warm energy,
Dilating the earth of the Extremes,
Decomposing it into sand for the wind.

Above herself, lifted up,
Its substance gently fragmented,
She would denude herself, with docility,
Of a life that has become unnecessary.

Oh Expiatory Purification!
Clear her from all her luxuries,
And take away her jewelries,
Bring her the holy elevation!

Let her memories be revealed to her
The simple pain, the sweet flavor,
May she aspire the eternal marrow,
And expire her vital existence.
At the primary sources, she will remain,
And decipher the veiled illusions.

May she go through legends and myths,
Within a thousand times, and in a thousand places,
Around the infinite cosmos, may she revolve
And retrieve the path of her ancestors.

She will reintegrate her destiny
Touched by the newborn breath,
Consisting of the “natura”
All her awakening senses, she will be alive.

(LFQB-August 2002)