Here we are hooded in shadows with tigers green fire eyes lighting up new seasons. Tigers green fire eyes the forests of emeralds burning of bedazzlement and jade bewitching. We enter calmly at our own risk. We heard that one of us once lay down with a green fire tiger nuzzling cheek to cheek fur to skin. We suspect that this person’s action was dictated from on high. A call of longing at the mercy of greater symmetries. What happened to that person who lay down with the green fire tiger? No one knows. There are stories. The boy lay down with the tiger nuzzled the tiger for a long time then stopped nuzzling and that is the end of the story. Or the tiger opened wide its green fire eyes wider still and burned the boy into dust into legend. Or the tiger swallowed the boy headfirst. We are not sure if the boy is a boy or if the boy is a girl or man or woman. All we know and eve this we don’t know is that there was a tiger of the green fire kind in a forest with no name of fabled origins. Green fire tigers roam there. If you dream one you’ll know it. We have dreamed many. If one ever speaks to you this means you’ll be leaving the world you’re in. The rare speech of the green fire tiger is a carrier inevitable in its capacity to transport. To hear the green fire tiger speak to you directly is to feel your eyes burn as if an entire forest inside your head is burning down to the ground to clear space for miraculous nuptials to spawn.  

Mark Rothko “Green and Maroon”