Becoming Fire...

 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)