What the Fire teaches

Is what everything else preaches. Following a rhythm as you fan the flames. Endless watch and mindless games. I learn as i burn. Passion yellow gives birth to a new light. The conflict ends as you realise the futility of the fight. It never dies; it shall take you by surprise. Somethings grow; others subside, and give birth to a new flight. The ego tries but equality keeps a check. The value of the "one"  is recognised.

Lost are you? Or, are you found? By the moment, thats always around. Bright and beautiful, is the eternal sound. Even in the darkness a light glows innocently, unaffected by the apparent lack of light. In the clear sky a bird flies effortlessly, unbound by wrong and right. Too much rhyme could be my crime, like too much love hurts the mind, But my soul is clear and my heart is kind. The words of the lost prophet reach my ears as the mumblings of an infant. But i still recognise their wisdom in an instant. Who stole the classic stories and put them on paper. My eyes fell upon them and my tears turned to vapour. You corrected my every fault without even trying, and  i let all my misery out, even without crying.