The vision rose and that vast ocean was contained in a red clay pot, which lit by fire it sigils those secrets that only a drop of water falling into the fire keeps. The drop, the one that becomes vapor, is the mist that carries the dew in the morning, gently kissing the earth.
The leaves, the leaves transformed into wasp wings announcing the creation,
Rainbows of 7 colors emanate from its flight, lifting the veil.
8 nights lighting the fire in contemplation.
The soft flame that dusts the cotton fabrics,
the one who blooms in sacred ground his heart.
Opening the heart opens the paths, step by step in resilience and devotion.
Let yourself break deep to welcome the light into your darkest cave.
Seek to receive the sweetness and allow the light to kiss your darkness.
