Unknowingly waiting,

for pure circumstance to unearth

the mellow tones

within the burning hearth.

Calmly,

flames lick at nature’s exfoliation,

transforming solid with energy

and vanishing

beyond.

It is so simple, pure,

powerful within its own containment,

burning with light,

radiating a field of warm rays.

Igniting the fire of our passion,

scorching

strength with peace.

So captivating,

lulling into a mindless calm,

the drone of an open palm.

In extremes of excitation

and serenity,

with graceful,

unprejudiced,

free attention.

Clear eyes, of fire, engage.

A twig falls.

So many thoughts newly placed,

and rapture escalates...

Crackle, pop, sparks fly.

Bursting, flying

HIGH, "Unbelievable", No!, just up,

into new levels.

Vision clarifies,

as the aura of our wisdom unfolds its wings

to encompass the depth

of far greater things.

Inter linked, like a delicate cobweb,

my hand in your hand,

stretched out across our land.

The gift of this share,

enriches the care,

for an ultimate evolution.

For open eyes, in reflection,

the mirror pooling,

allows every trigger to activate

for our ultimate dreams,

the inner climb,

entwined in our life's rhyme.

In every step,

glowing with purpose,

our lessons are learned.

For,

with fearless,

honourable intentions,

lays the possibility to give

mind,

heart,

soul,

new form.

My doors are open to your doors.

The gracious passage of life,

a labyrinth of potential, seeking,

each footfall marking the progress

of our boundless adventure.

Just trust the flow,

as each river must go,

winding its path through the wild valley ranges.

Campfires uniting

intimacy along the way,

as we all seek the ocean:

The universal home,

so beautiful,

beyond diverse flesh and bone.

The winsome breath

of ultimate love,

spraying forth from each stroke of a white dove.

Unrestricted clarity:

inspiring the glow of the

source within,

drawing our attention to an

infinite horizon,

to challenge our continual growth

deeper,

upon the confidence of

equilibrium.

© Sara Smerdon