What lives in sacred fire? (shiva)

We drank from wells beneath the stone And called the water clean We passed the cup from hand to hand And never asked what leaned — [harp + handpan swell] — Ash on tongue, Ash in prayer, Ash where no one thought to stare Warmth can heal, Smoke can hide, Both can live in sacred fire — [vocal gap / shimmer swell] — We learned to kneel before the flame Until the heat felt kind Was this shelter built from truth, Or practice for the blind? — [sustained overtone bloom] — Drink slow, Drift low, Follow where the quiet goes Soft sleep, Deep tide, Who first taught us not to ask why? — [instrumental expansion] — Are we healed by holy memory, Or numbed by borrowed light? Do we kneel before the medicine, Or feed a quiet appetite?