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What is it?Â
Spark from a lighter, a match, a piece of wood against rock.
Sizzling food burning over the heat of coals.
Bonfire on the beach keeping you warm and Alive.
Incense burning behind altars, across rooftops, into the Stars.Â
Mystery playfully concealing, consuming, transforming, raging into dust
Where does it start?Â
What do you know of it?
What have you been taught?
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I remember the spark of my mother lighting a cigarette, the engine of the car starting.Â
Fascination with cooking over the stove, watching my dad tease flames out of the bbq coals.
Fireworks! Loud bright exploding celebration
Sitting around the campfire, eyes sugar dreamy staring into the melting, burning firewood
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From the first moment of our conception, the movement of our blood creates heat, comfort, building a nest for the seed as it flows into its gestation period.
Suddenly, an explosion! A bursting, blooming, outward expansion into Life
Reborn through the Fires
We rise from the Ashes
Building, gaining force from the nourishment of protection encasing us, We Grow
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As small children, we burst out symphonies of completely unique creativity
Spirit flows through ~when we are Let Be~ Free, as we really are
Open exploration of territories allow freely flowing glowing imagination zones
What we witness and learn from here means the most
Starting here, our imagination creates everything we know
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How will we guide the Fire as it Grows?Â
Can we release the fear which contains and maintains the boundaries of Creativity and Expression?
Can we dance Wild, until exhaustion, whenever the Wind blows
and still hold our center warm in the stillest Darkest of Nights?
I believe we can Rise up from the cold, from the Mystery of our self-sabatoge
Because the Fire always burns, somewhere,
WILD, FREE & HOT
And the Wind blows whispers, smells,Â
Reminders of the Way Home
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