I am coming back to myself
Slowly
Following the faint smell of burning leaves
Watching for new moonlight
Walking and breathing
Behind me wreckage lies
Before me cinders fly
Leading me to the pyre
But I do not burn there
I burn here
Quietly wild
Cinders on the wind
How I long to roar!
Zen Greenway 
3 responses to “Quietly Wild”
Very powerful!
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As I’m sure you know, being immersed in your own mortality makes you want to create and share. I am currently experiencing a huge surge in the desire to do both.
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That’s great! I hope you continue to do so.
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