Promethean Fire

Enraged, I am restless in the dark

Stunned, unconscious...

I graze the doors' knockers

I find knowledge in the darkest of days

And focus in the brightest

I, man-child approach the Promethean Fire

And if I curse the eternal-present

I'll soon bless what I am into the blinding light



Human, divine, diabolical

Evil, animal, things: consciousness.



All deities and demons

All heavens and hells

Are internal

Released from the cycle of birth and death



Recognition of truth: liberation



And I shall become the transformation I wish

Facing the perfect storm

And I shall become pure defying the flames

And the sicknesses of the world

And I shall become as great and strong as the oak

Clear as the waters

I shall not see the gods anymore



(The first radiance knows no self: no concepts.

Shapes and forms and sounds

Whirling by endlessly

There is no reality behind the ego-loss state)



Life is not what happens

But what I make from that which does happen

It manifests and in needs nothing to "be"

Even rites and words

Promethean Fire!