The sacred Fire of Zarathustra

One day I saw a shining tower

In my inner space

In that tower was a blazing fire

There I saw Zarathustra's face.

He asked me to step right in

And I did, without a second thought.

Everything then turned to gold

The universe, I found was in me,

and from me, nothing was apart!

We did a stylish dervish there,

which Zarathustra led.

The blazing fire was blissfully cool

And gentle showers of light it made...

We twisted and turned,

in a mystical pirouette...

And just as I shook my head.

the world disappeared in a flash,

a golden background simply remained.

In that moment, all other moments lived.

Nothing else remained.

Zarathustra gave me his sacred fire.

Now I'm giving it to you, my friends...