Sitting in the dark, serenaded by crickets while thunder rolls towards me.
Reading a blog about having a soul on fire.
Plunk. Plink. Plink.
Drops of rain bounce off of my head.
Water quenches the flame… Is it any less of a blessing?
Do we only yearn for fire and passion?
What is new, what feels free?
I can hear the aspen trees bow to the wind, leaves a flutter.
Is feeling a part of this world akin to taking one’s place in it?
Is feeling the highest good? Shall we make our experience into a god?
It is the same old lies. Repackaged in a more exciting wrapper.
Fire burns. It consumes. One day, you too will long to be drenched by the cleansing rain.