In purifying flame. You just have to let them,
These gnats that you paw, which won't be stricken.
They float in the sun, visible because
They will be taken.
It won't be long
For the flame to take on something new,
To remind you, how the spiritual infests these weeds
As these weeds inform the spiritual. But there are no
Weeds. Those are only words, for what you choose
Not to be.
Isn't strict impartiality
The one thing you're supposed to be learning?
