we are like blind embers

in the belly of the chaga

who cannot see where destiny

has in mind for us to go

but when we get there

we will burn

with the quality of stars

that have drawn the gathering

since the ancients of the ancients

to share their dreams with fire

so that if we are fire

we must also be celestial too

come to earth to dream 

with every act of ignition

a remembrance of who we really are

and the lightning from which we birthed

and gave the beat and breath 

to earth that once stood still

and while we come ourselves to fires

and pray to stars to manifest our dreams

we are the promise of fire

the ancients of the ancients gather for

the children of the embers 

they themselves have dreamed

and when we get to where we're going

they will delight to watch us burn