Allow me to watch the campfire friend
and I’ll bear the burden.
Let me stir the ashes of times past
so that we can both remember.
Let me see the fumes rise slowly
and I’ll recount to you.
How it was and is today the mark
of being made whole
Sit quietly as the fires burn within you
and search the laden isles of the mind.
Listen now and watch the beginnings
as time hastens and beckons with a call.
Speak now for soon it will be over
and chance as it were will have passed
Time stands for no one but is still for all
when it is moving past the future as we fall.
Let it be said that we are all alike
as vapors rise and wander tall.
So that with the thinking is a past
not so long ago forgotten.
That searches out the present
while giving up the last.
Fires are a fire burning
all the more within.
Without a conscience but a having
of a passion non-the-less.
Smoke arising, issues flaring
sudden fortunes all aghast.
When we see the flaming fires consuming
then we see the truth at last