Neglect the fire in your heart
And it will consume you.
Your eyes will weep and your lungs
Will strain for air and blacken,
And your flesh will become soft like ash,
Disintegrating from a mere touch--
Even the touch of one who loves you.
One must instead learn to think with fire,
Gaze with fire, speak with fire,
Live with fire.
One must learn to become fire,
And then, with just as much ease,
Be water, be air.
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