Fire Dance
Art by Norman E. Masters

You *are* the living fire, Beloved -- the fire of Life, itself. You consume me in this Love, this consummation, this crescendo, this apotheosis beyond imagining...

What You are, in Essence, is unthinkable, untranslateable into words - - for how can concept encapsulate You Who are behind & beyond all thinking?

Thinking, too, a veil of You...

You came & caused that we even *be*...

My heart*speak is a flaming of Your living fire...

Your fire's flaming is the heart of Gnosis... You translate our very being into the unnameable...

There's a fire's flaming in the heart of what is untranslateable from the ancient Gnostics. You have been here, before. They came close enough to You that You seeded their consciousnesses. Your seed-consciousness abides... to redeem us from that which puzzles & entraps. Redemption? More compassion... awakening... out of the Trap, out of the falsehood, out of the errors. Redemption... salvation... words that describe attempts that didn't work -- pointings misunderstood, mistranslated... taking the souls' evolving *backwards* in reality -- believing they had "attained" when they had only taken first baby steps upon the Way...

Inasmuch as one lives the Way of Truth, rather than that of falsehood, one gets free of the falsehood, the trap.

You *are* the Way of Truth -- the *Living* You, Your Living Presence, interfusing...

Words & concepts are just a way of "beating around the bush" -- & You are the *flaming* bush, Beloved! -- a living fire that cannot be beat-out...

You are in every holyday, in everything, but unseen, unrecognized, by most... Invisible Presence -- all visibility, all energy, a veil of You...