Steely as iron is, it’s submissive to heat
Impurities hidden within cannot cheat
When it gives up it turns golden
And flows like a river when molten
Love and water don’t need heat to flow
When they run deep, they move slow
There isn’t anywhere to go when content
Time does not turn antique when it’s spent
Why be a glacier or a volcano?
When we are surrounded by love’s soft halo
The ornaments we wear, have suffered the wrath of heat
While the thoughts we hold are unashamedly deadbeat
When life is well, the body’s neither hot nor cold
Why can’t the mind follow suit and fold?
Burned by the heat of desire, the mind will turn to rust
Hiding the glow of the self beneath the aging crust