And as I sat, face toward the high noon Sun,

my feet planted firmly in the Earth,

my hands floating in the roaring river,

I stopped and looked inside for the source of all things,

looking for the fire that leaves scars on skin,

for the fire that has burned

for a billion years.

And in the River

I saw my reflection staring back at me,

and it said, “What took you so long?”

Shy to the reflection, I responded quietly,

“This fire is the only source of my warmth”

The reflection, vacant of visible smile

began glowing with the Warmth

of a thousand Suns and then said,

“And now, how does the Truth feel?”.

Eyes open, I looked down, my hands

no longer in Water, but were Water,

my feet no longer in the Earth,

but were the Earth and my face

now beamed like the Sun.

“Blissful”, I responded,

“It feels Blissful.”