A bright fire ignited in the most mysterious of forests,
Claiming the lost land as if it was never disowned,
Dispelling the ignorance of fate,
Consuming the shards of myth called self.
The forest’s soul, inundated and yet liberated,
Inspired to be immolated,
To lose it all and still gain...
The fire cleansing the soul and moving on,
A dynamic force of nature lay bare,
Destructive yet, a distant ray of hope for those blinded by ego,
A blessing for those who own nothing.
The fire and the forest inevitably connected,
Both expended at the cost of the other,
Finally the forest, offered its final log,
And the fire laughed its orange laugh the brightest.
Forced to accept the destiny of the other,
One was consumed, the other extinguished.
Impelled by the beautiful suffering,
The forest grew one last time,
Painfully and slowly,
In the remotest of hopes, waiting patiently...
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