Seventh Fire

Seventh fire
Rocks can see more
Blinded by insight
Emptiness resonates
Spirits on the wind murmurs
Sorrow echoes
In this pulmonary walls
Peace with in walks
An empty path
The touch lingers
Cold fingers gripping
What could not be owned?
Demanding temptation
Desiring one mind
Beyond reason
A vortex
Away by inadvertence
Good life or bad
We all must walk through fire
Will it cleanse?
Enough thought for a single day