01 July 2006

From the soul’s darkest deep,
essential Fire begins to creep,
rising with bright Wing, bright Breath –
white heat of necessary death –
till finally there is no dark,
if only we attend the spark.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

:-) Beautiful.

We are often down to just a spark. His. A comforting Pilot light seen from the doorway of a dark kitchen.

Sunday, July 09, 2006 12:13:00 PM  

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