| behold the flame of my spirit as it reaches toward the heart climbing and reaching for wisdom | |
| behold the embers of my heart quickened by this flame and the brightness that spreads forth | |
| Watch each explosion fill my feeling For which you fuel and fan the flames Of my spirit my love | |
| The touch alone can heal wounds with the intense heat it exudes | |
| To linger in this moment adding to the fire within | |
| Flames of desire leaping to and fro Burn away the unwise actions of the heart | |
| Searing innocence With no scorch or burn Intense heat ignites the soul Warming with its tender touch | |
| Behold the flame of me presence, for not without scents is my essence, So do I see myself in your care, That all when I doubt you aren't there,you send me angels to do me wonders, Like you pulled me out of these blunders, But,then I realise this to know, Why do all in pains you have to show, soon there is this answered this to me, Without sorrows I'd rather would not see. | |
| wisdom comes winging from a much higher plain grasped firmly in both hands through a portal vein calming, the searching spirit brings peace at last abundance flows toward you, tranquillity surpassed, |

