The Fire in the Pit (with MP3 Guided Meditation)
- The Dancing Buddha
- May 24
- 5 min read
Updated: May 27
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A Monk and Students' Story about Ancient Emotion and Inner Evolution
Introduction – The Sparks We Carry
In every human heart burns an old fire.
Not the fire of thought or speech, but something older—like instinct wrapped in memory, emotion older than language. Some say when we act out of rage or fear or craving, we are not responding to the present—we are summoning a self from long ago. A self that once had reason to burn.
This is the story of Maren and Rei… and the day the monk helped them meet their ancient selves.
Part I – The Return from the City
It had been a long journey. Maren, Rei, Doma, and Sori returned to the forest temple from a two-day supply run in the city. Their robes still smelled faintly of smoke and diesel. The silence of the trees seemed almost suspicious after the roar of street vendors, honking taxis, and hurried strangers.
Back at the temple, Maren paced the central courtyard like a caged hawk. “People are animals,” she snapped, tugging at the folds of her robe. “They looked through me. No eye contact. Just… pushing.”
Rei dropped her satchel near the garden’s edge. “I tried holding the door for someone. He looked at me like I owed him something. I felt invisible.”
Doma gave a small laugh. “I liked the ice cream. Pistachio. A little sweet. A little bitter. Like life.”
Maren didn’t smile. Her jaw was tight.
The monk appeared without announcement, as he often did—quiet as dusk. He stood near the courtyard’s empty fire pit, rubbing two pieces of flint together. With a few expert strikes, the old wood sparked to life.
He didn’t speak at first. The students gathered, drawn by the flickering light and the way the fire seemed to dance in rhythm with their breaths. Color returned to their faces—warm oranges and shadowed golds painted across their skin.
Finally, he said, “You brought something back from the city.”
They looked at him.
“Not the rice or the soap. I mean what rides beneath your ribs.”
Part II – The Flame Remembers
Maren sat hard on a flat stone. “They treated me like I wasn’t real. Like I was nothing.”
The monk nodded slowly, watching the flames. “Yes. And who was it inside you that felt that most deeply?”
Rei frowned. “What do you mean?”
“There are many selves within you. Not just your age or your name—but echoes, shadows of every version of you that ever needed to survive. The one who learned to cry for food. The one who fought for a place in the group. The one who hid to avoid pain.”
He looked at Maren. “You felt invisible, and so the ancient part of you rose. She was not wrong to do so. Long ago, being overlooked could mean death. She simply doesn’t know what century we are in.”
Doma’s face softened. “So… we bring them back?”
“Not with memory. With emotion. Strong feelings are time machines. When you feel sudden rage or fear or desire, it is not always about now. Sometimes, it is a call from an old flame asking to be seen again.”
The monk leaned forward, his face lit gold and shadow. “But we must not give the fire the temple. We must become its keeper.”
Part III – Guided Meditation: Keeper of the Flame
The monk gestured for them to close their eyes.
“Breathe. And again. Slowly. Let the air enter like silk and leave like smoke.
Imagine the breath is a wind, and that wind is leading you through your own bones, down into the dark center of your being.
There, a fire burns. You see it? And sitting beside it, watching you, is a younger you. Not in age—older than age. Wild-eyed. Barefoot. Skin smudged with old fears and bright instincts.
This part of you once saved your life by crying, hiding, fighting, hungering. She only knows how to act, not to reflect. Sit beside her.
Let her know: You are safe now.
Let her know: You remember her.
Let her know: She no longer has to protect you by burning everything down.
The fire calms. The breath slows. You take her hand, and the two of you breathe together in the firelight. There is no rush. No threat. Only presence.”
A soft breeze passed through the courtyard as the students opened their eyes, slower and softer than before.
Part IV – The Lesson of Embers
“You cannot kill the ancient parts of you,” said the monk. “Nor should you try. But you can sit with them. Feed them warmth. Let them sleep.”
Maren’s voice was small. “I always thought my anger meant something was wrong with me.”
“No. It means you are a house with deep roots. The wind shakes your roof, but the shaking comes from deep below.”
Doma smiled. “So I can keep my ice cream?”
The monk laughed, as did the others.
Rei added, “Next time I feel like I’m being ignored… I’ll ask myself who inside me is speaking.”
The monk nodded. “And listen kindly. But do not give the old voice the keys.”
Conclusion – The Path Forward
That night, the students sat longer than usual around the fire, speaking softly, like storytellers around a sacred flame.
The monk walked alone through the garden paths, listening to the frogs and crickets sing their ancient songs. He knew that every human being carried the entire arc of evolution within them—breath, blood, and memory. And that enlightenment did not mean forgetting, but remembering wisely.
🌿 Affirmations
I honor all the voices within me without giving them control.
I am the keeper of my inner fire, not its servant.
❓Questions for Further Discussion
When you feel strong emotion, do you ever pause to ask which version of yourself is responding?
How can you create safety for the ancient parts of you without letting them lead?
What inner “fires” do you carry that might need tending, not extinguishing?
🪷 Dancing Buddha Quote
“There is an old voice inside each of us, born of stone and flame. Enlightenment does not silence her—it sits beside her until she no longer shouts.”
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