Firebird
Firebird singing in the dead of night
Who shall stop his flame?
Plumage candescent and oh so bright
Illumines the world again
He is born of the sun and the flower
He eclipses the arid plain of dark
He is christ eternal in energy powered
The buddha that fixes all smarts
So too we that plunge into flower
To taste the honey of flaming release
Greet the firebird on his burning wing
Wherein our centres cleansed,relieved.
