I am angry. I am enraged. Life force fills me in the guise of action. Heated, I am. Inflamed I break down matter, that new life may be born from the ashes.
But what's this? I have no guidance! Where is my center of being? Where is my still point? Where am I in this space and what I am doing?
If only I had asked those questions before chaos ensued in my kitchen.
Stepping up to the Anvil, I lick the metal with my scorching blue flame tongue. Blade dances, twirling in, out, and about, the wind wafting the smell of sweet bread through hair and heart. Like a snake I strike the metal with piercing blows and cool it down with an opened Heart, passion of the deep, dark waters, quenching the thirst of connection, spilling out unto the earth. Magic is afoot . . . Reach up and strike below, be whole at the Anvil!
Monday, July 22, 2013
Raining Shards Inflamed
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