Discover more from Some Prose & A Poem
(burn, baby, burn)
In the thick of the bush, a small ember blows in on the wind.
The wind spread the flames.
The breeze lifts the smoke.
The air carries the silt and ashes away in a drift dance.
This fire is.
A fire to burn away the edges,
To sear the borders.
These borders are crumbling.
Its walls can no longer stand!
The fires have destroyed the edges
The limitations, the “normal”
That never existed.
The flame’s light shines on Ultimate Truth
The brush fire burns a New Way
For those that can stand the heat.