Walking through the fire
here,
where all rises to the surface quickly.
Reaction, imbalance, irritation,
This heat brings everything up for us to look at.
Some days I’ve battled wanting to know
Wanting to know where my home is
Where it is that I can root down, build, grow and play
Walking through the fire,
I practice patience, stillness, and presence.
The monsoons are coming
The river will rise
I sit silent under the moon
Barn owls fly overhead
Not only at night but in the day too
Crying their cries of flight and sky
One lights in branches above me
I beneath her
Feeling this earth below me
How I know myself and still forget sometimes,
Then remember again
Is how I am learning to fly
