“Treacherous ashes hideThe fires through which you stride”
“Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.”
“In this treacherous worldNothing is the truth nor a lie.Everything depends on the colorOf the crystal through which one sees it”
“Feather to fire,fire to bloodBlood to bone,bone to marrowMarrow to ashes,ashes to snow”
“White as ash, her face, but ashes hold the phantoms of fires.”
“Seeing into the future is not a straight line. You are given the choice of a hundred paths through a treacherous swamp. Some will lead you safely onwards, others drown you, and sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which,” my mother says.”