Fire at the Rothenfels Burg
The German riders, and some Austrians, have reached the place
of encounter, the castle of Rothenfels. They are now silently
sitting in a large circle, in the gray mist of a February morning,
to perform the fire sacrifice. I offer in the fire of my Kundalini
the oblations of my being: the shape of my thoughts, the moisture
of my emotions, the fruits of my actions, and the movements of
My ego is like a little rat who tries to steal the offerings
of my yagnya. From my thoughts, he brings back creativity, from
my emotions and desires, self gratification and from my actions
self glorification. The little rat runs outside the space of
silence, carrying these crumbles, to a little corner where he
will try to eat it all by himself.
Only pure vacuity can worship lord Shiva.