One day I saw a shining tower
In my inner space
In that tower was a blazing fire
There I saw Zarathustra’s face.
He asked me to step right in
And I did, without a second thought.
Everything then turned to gold
The universe, I found was in me,
and from me, nothing was apart!
We did a stylish dervish there,
which Zarathustra led.
The blazing fire was blissfully cool
And gentle showers of light it made…
We twisted and turned,
in a mystical pirouette…
And just as I shook my head.
the world disappeared in a flash,
a golden background simply remained.
In that moment, all other moments lived.
Nothing else remained.
Zarathustra gave me his sacred fire.
Now I’m giving it to you, my friends…
More posts by this author:
- The Path of Fire and Light Vol 1
- Chronicles of Tao: The Secret Life of a Taoist Master
- The Eternal Self of the Buddha
- Children of Immortal Bliss
- After “waking”, realize that no one was really asleep!
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Dwai is an old soul. He likes to meditate, practice Taijiquan (Tai Chi), play music and write articles and blogs about all the topics that interest him.