Altar Bird
O fire of time,
Incinerate this body,
From toe to head,
And let ambrosia flow,
Soaking the ashes,
Rejuvenating it,
And let me fly with new wings,
For I am the altar bird.
O time-eater,
I have seen you at the edge,
Of being and non-being,
Always empty and full.+++(5)+++
For long ago,
I have lost passion for both,
To be and not to be,
For I am the altar bird.