Ex Nihilo
In rapturous fury
Tearing us apart, stripping the flesh from the bone
Ascending through darkness
Returning to form again
Ashes rise high from this storm of life and death
We cry out for the death of our mother
Wolf's paw, crow's eye, scale of the serpent
The center is empty, the center is full
Spine of the mountain, twist of the river
The center is empty, the center is full
I have become the coiling fire