some things never change
and then they change....
and the more things change,
the more they stay the same...
A temple to the flame that burns inside us all,
the hearth of your truth, love and reason.
Within our internal holy places, creating spaces, for internal combustion, to burn and turn the things that no longer serve.
With many heads and many legs, we walk together through
fires of burning desires, for that which moves and transforms us.
This space is for release, to make some peace
with those who have become the dust.
This is a temple to those who ignite us still.
Here: gaze transfixed
into the beauty of your inner flame.
Transcribe the internal diatribe.
Write outside the confines of the lines,
in words, together, alone.
We are united in the final blaze,
transformed with fresh flames
in this magnificent
inferno of life.
