Bellows stoke the fire.
Air does fan the flames.
What began as just a spark
Now as a giant roar remains.
The path to your awakening
Is a bit like this.
There is no turning back, my friend,
Once you do taste the bliss.
You have that tiny spark right now.
It’s waiting to be fanned.
By thoughts and dreams and wishes,
And beliefs that once you banned.
So open up your mind and heart,
And fan the flames with glee.
This path you have embarked upon
Is the one that sets you free.