A drab bell

The eye was looking in. The woman who called herself a Master of the Wisdom had told me not to fear this, it was in fact the aim of all her meditation training. That I would learn to see myself, to read what was within my soul, the angel of fire, and to rewrite my own being on my own terms. But all I felt now was that I had no secrets any more. I was powerless to rewrite anything, much less to become a liberated angel of fire commanding my own life. This was not my eye, looking in.