Fire That Keeps Us Turning

Within the quiet chambers of minds—
of elders and of children still learning—
unsaid intentions flicker and breathe,
moving in time with the pulse beneath our ribs.
They bind us to a center we rarely name,
a living knot that refuses to loosen.
Voices rise like distant chants,
echoing through memory’s hollow halls.
A soft refrain repeats what we already know—
that stories never truly end.
Sacred words circle endlessly,
uncovering truths we thought were buried,
pulling us forward with naked hands.
We do not know where the road will bend.
The spiral unwinds without warning.
Still, we grip the wheel and sail on,
searching for something solid to stand upon.
A wild flame settles into a guide,
and parted waters stretch wide enough
for courage to pass through.
Our riches are not counted in gold,
but in lessons carved by heat and time.
From the living core of existence,
through chance sparks of rhythm and motion,
a revolving fire awakens,
setting our direction alight.
Above us, stars stack themselves endlessly,
each one a witness to the burning night.
At their glow, minds soften, souls align,
and something ancient stirs between us.
The turning flame gathers its strength there,
lifting our spirits into motion once again.
The wisdom earned along this path
is paid for in resistance and resolve.
Those once pursued become the keepers of truth,
bearing both scar and insight.
They inherit the chase they once feared,
moving forward with eyes that finally see.
Change survives because it is fed.
The fire never sleeps—it adapts.
Life reshapes itself in glowing fragments,
revealing new designs in the blaze.
We are raised inside destiny’s furnace,
formed like art pressed from human clay.
Our riches are not counted in gold,
but in lessons carved by heat and time.
From the living core of existence,
through chance sparks of rhythm and motion,
a revolving fire awakens,
setting our direction alight.