Fanning your Inner Flame
When your eyes are pulled down
And senses are drawn inwards,
Plunging, falling into a swallowed abyss
Into the deep dark caves of your Being.
What is it that is there?
In which can be called yours?
Is there a sound to hear ?
Or is there a word to be spoken?
At times life, circumstances, people, things
Pull us out of these caverns inside
The places where we divinely come from
To one day ultimately return once more
We can forget by looking too far behind
And get lost seeking too far forward
External voices telling us this
Internal voices believing that
In the core of it all, in the apple of Life
To taste the fruits of who you are
Requires a cutting through of what’s in the way
Slicing with precise awareness into the depths
Far away Hidden in the Clouds internally is a place
Somewhere we all have once known,
Even in the darkest of nights experiences
A tiny ember remains, quietly awaiting
To fan your own inner flame,
Is the only way to bring light
Sometimes requiring a soft porous heart
To breathe life gently into the present
Other times a thunderous roar deserves to be heard
From Mountain peaks above to the Valleys below
Reminding others that they too have this within them
To keep moving amongst ever changing landscapes
Fires are communal and for eternity we have gathered
Keeping us warm, offering mysterious Wisdom of heat
Yet, we enter a single flame, merging momentarily with others
This tiny brief flicker however, is all we can ever be.
