The Twelve Fold Rose (CAC Edition)
Created | Updated Nov 8, 2006
Flames burn away all that is foul
Life teeters on the broken mind
Soul holding onto the ash
Distill it down make it clean
Fumes seep away into the air
Death stands as the final step
Spirit forming into essence
Reduce it away make it true
Soot flies away leaving only words
Time rests and gives us hope
Karma leading to knowledge
Solidify it into one phase
Thoughts churn in the ideas
Magic in the eyes of the child
Lead makes for new birth
Form the gold of ones life