I have to share this current thought in poem form.
We only infuse with the ignited
Embracing the ire within.
Living moments with fire.
Inviting others to come play with volcanic zest
Fellow compadres that throw wrenches in wheels that spin in one directions
Flame throwing at souls begging to become
Fist to faces
Hugs that burn
Burn baby, burn
Watch it crumble
Stumble upon the ashes
Finding stories among disintegrated stashes.
The rummaging with unsteady hands
Crying out for peace, and shifting into nudging a demand
Stand clear people.
We are walking a fine line
Courageous and steady in meditative mind.
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