A day for the fire today so this old poem came to
mind with a few inspirations after it too...
Becoming Fire
Throw
the old log
upon
the fire
and watch
as it
surrenders
its story
to the
flames.
The dried out
moss,
the brittle bark,
every old
yearly ring
and marking
from life,
now
consumed,
it becomes,
eventually,
itself,
fire.
Dancing
now
as flame
its old
earthy
life
forgotten
as it
frees
old energy,
yielding
like
a lover
to the
lick,
to the
kiss,
of the
flame;
cracking,
splitting,
breaking,
burning,
until
all
is
given,
until all
is
one
fire.
Afterwards,
you may
watch
the ash
fall through
the grate
and ask
where did
the logs
go?
You could
ask
the same
of the
saints.
The answer
is the
same.
They too
yielded to the
flame,
They too
became
fire.
"Yes, you may burn until you are translucent, but it is by way of this burning that your wholeness will be revealed." Matt Licata
Abba Lot went to see Abba Joseph and said to him, ‘Abba as far as I can I say my little office, I fast a little, I pray and meditate, I live in peace and as far as I can, I purify my thoughts. What else can I do?’ then the old man stood up and stretched his hands towards heaven. His fingers became like ten lamps of fire and he said to him, ‘If you will, you can become all flame.’
(Sayings of the Desert Fathers)
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