Moth to a Flame

It is as old as time, older than when the first caveman discovered how to make it, yet fire still burns as bright with each new flame. Every crest filled with ferocious energy striking the air above it. And yet it streams and flows like liquid. As if it's temperment is volatile to and from each extreme.

Sparks of fire leaping, flickering for brief and fleeting moments, reaching as far as they can with the uplifting heat of it's brother.

The warm glow surrounds and penetrates you, removing any chill that resides deep in your bones.

The low growl of the gases escaping purr like a contented cat. As you listen intently it then snaps you out with the crackle and harsh spit of wood. Only to repeat again.

And with it's end, it is just as contradictory, all the colour and drama slowly dies into dark powdery ash.

Beyond the beauty of the flames and embers, it can draw your mind in like a moth to a flame. Staring beyond the dancing flames takes you deep into your own mind like a hidden doorway. This mental access is used by many cultures in rituals, insighting visions and testing souls. Producing stimulus for all your senses and more.

So, if you get the chance, take some time alone one night to be hypnotised by it and let the fire consume you.