soft and smooth
it burns
cackling
twisting and turning
enveloped by flames.
it burns hot
and the damp kindling catches
saving us
from a night alone
in the rain.
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Tag: Fire
Fire
It’s the end of the day
And I’m tired
And I don’t want to write about fire
The fire that is in our hearts
The fire that destroys the forest
in one fell swoop
Standing in the desert alone
The fire consumes a five story sculpture
That took all year to make
Burns it to dust
All art must be destroyed
And the fire in our heart must be kindled
Built up until it’s raging
Putting your blood sweat and tears into your real work
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
Build a fire.
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Burn Pile
Bhajans and burning grudges,
Sacred dance
In the woods
In the dark.
As the crowd fell away the music took off.
Using harmony and sounds.
Stripping the songs bare and then building them back up.
Taking each song to its edges but keeping the essence.
And somehow at the same time finding the essence.
The fire dances,
The trees stand tall,
The last song fades into the night,
And there is stillness.