Some say that fire is love, others that fire has no heart. All we know of astrological fire is taken from our experience of it: the Sun, a campfire and even the raging fires out in BC at the moment.
Here is a poetic perspective on fire which i heard on the radio this morning:
THE GODS DON’T TELL US EVERYTHING
By Lorna Crozier
This great gift they gave us to keep us warm
and push away the night—well, the gods
don’t tell us everything.
Fire outruns the swiftest horse, leaps
over rivers, without a ladder
climbs hand over hand into the sky.
But even from that height its smoke
must make it blind.
It sees no difference between barren hills
and towns, deadfall and living green,
stones and animals. (What happens to the animals
when the woods are burning—deer, cougar, marmot, hare?)
Birds like pine cones explode from the trees.
Many caught inside the blaze
insist it has lungs (they can hear it breathing),
a belly that’s never full, a quickness of the brain
they work days and nights to outwit, but no one claims
it has a heart. The gods didn’t warn us
fire has no heart.