Hold this burning branch and do not cry, hold it in your arms and do not weep, the fire has gone out with the breath of your acceptance of it. I am sitting in the fire my love, sitting at the bedside of the sick and dying, I am sitting at the birth and at the death of things. You have not understood what I have been saying my love, like sickness and weakness and wrath, the things that make up the world of meeting our own inner pain. Sing it out, sing it now, accept it, everything follows through, an unbroken chain of connection, you have not realized I am sitting in the fire, holding the burning branch, neither do you smell the smoke, nor do you feel the heat. But I am sitting here, your love, sitting here inside the flame and have become the light, so there is nothing left to love but light.