She came to the front door with a simple interest. As she rang the doorbell, she had no notion that the door would open into a yet unseen world of possibility. A place not hospitable to a timid heart.
She brough only a small request, and it was met with the opening of a book with flaming pages. The proffered invitation of flames might well send her away. Or it might draw her deeply in to an evolving narrative, a story illuminated by the burning, all-consuming pages.
There would only be the enveloping light and energy of an experience fully realized. All would seem to have gone, passed away, as the next burning page turned with fiery brightness.
The question became whether she would enter in or hesitate to become part of the all-dissolving blaze. As her hand moves away from the pressed doorbell, the moment of decision approaches. What was once simple might become quite complex. What was distant and safe might become absorbing and uncertain. The vast world of infinite possibilities is about to open and reveal itself.
Once entered, there is no turning back. The past has gone up in flames. There is no past to reclaim or enter once again. There is only the torched opportunity that is realized in a consumption of what once appeared to be real. It is an invitation to enter the fire.
With the turning of each blazing page, all appears to be lost. And so it is, so that it might be fully felt. The fire is not only a destroyer, it is the creator of light, the beacon of insight, the acolyte of illumination.