The body is on fire, the eyes are on fire.

But this fire does not hold. It does not preserve. It does not cling. It burns away.

Thoughts arise, and already they are burning away. Feelings swell, only to dissipate. Pleasure flickers, and then it's gone. Grief arises, and it dissolves in the heat.

There is no need to control. Everything is burning away on its own.

What remains when nothing is held back, when all formations are surrendered to the great fire of time?

Let it burn away. Let it pass. Let it vanish, naturally, gently, truly. No self is lost, only the illusion of permanence.

There is just this moment, this warmth, this flickering, this releasing.

This is not annihilation, this is clarity. This is not destruction, this is the law of nature.