The Three Flames: A Journey Through Desire, Longing, and Hunger

In the depths of my being, three flames burn with a timeless power: desire, longing, and hunger. They call to me like ancient forces, each flame alive with its own light, its own heat, each one a different part of my soul’s journey. Together, they create a fire that pulls me beyond the ordinary, a dance that feels both fierce and eternal.

Desire is the first to come alive, an amber flame that dances and shifts, reaching upward in a wild, ecstatic movement. It pulls me forward, radiant, fierce, undeniable. Desire is the fire that says, this is life! It ignites a passion that makes me want to run, to reach, to claim all that’s within my grasp. Desire is that fiery heartbeat that fills my chest and lifts my spirit. But desire, I’ve come to know, is only the beginning of the story.

Just beyond desire’s vibrant glow lies another flame: longing. Longing is not as loud, not as wild. It’s a white light that shines just beneath the surface, an intensity so pure it almost hurts to look at. Longing is the part of the fire that calls me inward, whispering of something sacred, something that goes beyond what I can name. Longing is the quiet, relentless urge that pulls me toward purpose, a light that won’t dim even when everything else fades. It’s an ache, a reminder, a vision that stretches beyond this moment, this lifetime.

And at the very base of this fire, where everything begins and everything returns, is hunger. Hunger is the blue flame, the deepest part of me, the one that lives at the core, closest to the earth. Hunger is a force that doesn’t ask for permission; it’s just there, steady, raw, and unyielding. When I feel that hunger, I know I am touching the soul of my purpose, the foundation of everything I am. This blue flame is not always visible. It doesn’t roar or dance; it waits, whispering of a truth that only silence and time reveal.

Sometimes, I need to let all three flames burn, to feel their heat as one, to step into their power without holding back. Other times, I need the fire to burn down to the essence, to watch as the layers fall away, revealing desire’s orange light, the purity of longing, and finally, the steady blue glow of hunger. In those moments, I see the union of my human self and my soul, an alchemy that cannot be explained but only felt.

So, I ask myself, and you: Can you feel the fire within? Can you let desire lead you, let longing call you deeper, and trust that hunger will hold you? These flames, this dance—they are a journey into the soul, a call to remember what it means to be alive, to burn with purpose, to live as the fire that you are.

When I look at this fire, I know it’s not a question of if I’ll let it burn, but how deeply. Am I willing to let it all consume me? Am I ready to feel my hunger fully and let it guide me back to the very heart of who I am?