Isn’t fire beautiful?
Aren’t the flames majestic?
Isn’t the warmth soothing?
Isn’t the burning wood aromatic?
Isn’t it good to be near it?
Isn’t the crackling of burning wood music to my ears?
Isn’t it a miracle, I appear to swoon without wine?
Isn’t every single sip of black tea a soul energizer?
Aren’t the parliamentarians quiet?
Isn’t this theme peaceful?
Aren’t my eyes young?
Isn’t my mind intoxicated? Aren’t the dim lights full of bliss?
Isn’t my heart detached of other desires?
For the soul desires to get merged in the moment.