Good evening.
Sing after me please:
Spontaneous combustion, it's a wonderful thing
Spontaneous combustion, it's a proud and lonely thing...
Fire, man, fire is the word... as I said in this post.
In that post I only intimated a passage from the Bhāgavata Purāna... about a recluse burning himself up with a fire from within... and here is the full quote:
sa vā adyatanād rājan
parataḥ pañcame ’hani
kalevaraṁ hāsyati svaṁ
tac ca bhasmī-bhaviṣyati
Translation: "O King, on the fifth day from now he will leave his body, it will turn to ashes."
So you get it... kindling the internal fire is the thing... to leave this vale of tears on a high note, so to speak... letting the spirit loose from its "iron prison", letting the physical body go up in flames, leaving nothing to bury.
It's about this: to wilfully become one's own funeral pyre.
In the olden days, in the Golden Age, this was the natural way to end one's material life.
Burning intent...
divine ambition...
ardent is the end...
That's it... and this is it:
Burning up time -- fire from within...
Burning up time -- fire from within...
Yea, verily... merrily...
Fire yoga...
turning yourself into flames...
Related
Fire -- some informal remarks
The Flaming Sword (short story)
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