Respect the fire. It burns to ash that which is no longer needed, no longer serves. The suffering is in the resistance. Let go. Breathe. The smoke, swirling through the eyes, ears, nose and throat, out the sixth chakra and up the pranic tube, the dragon’s breath, gives sight. Hold on. Blink your eyes open and see again, witness worlds you never dreamed possible. Inside this death is the seed that births totality. Know that. Respect that which you slay. Kill with compassion. Allow the release of all you hold dear to humble you. Love fiercely. Even this.