Fire

A spiritual motivation. Words fail, left behind to do their damage. To cry out, only one can hear.

For no reason a joy surfaces, the sounds that spurred it take on new meaning. The ability to reach beyond presents itself, but the choice is always there: Stay back; Reach out; Or the answer:

Do all in the present. Do all, do none, let all pervade and I lose myself. Let the past present and future pull with their temporal powers, let them teach me. Let them push me into my next understanding. This is the way I will reach out.

To have tasted it after so long fills the void that was there. It seemed endless, now it is vanished. My desire will burn down to it’s reality, my being will find itself there again, for it is my fire, my life’s blood has found it’s path. I will know myself there, because I’ve been there before. Every time it burns away the filth I put there. Every time it renews and I see the lies and the truth, the possibilities, the endless choices. The only solace lies in that moment.