On Fire

The rhythm

Calling me inward

While mysteriously

Drawing me outward

Movement mixing

With the sound

Of her voice

Smooth and alive

Words spoken

The sound of

My voice

Alive and awake

Strong and bold

Flames flowing

Up from

Mother Earth

Grounded and pure

Confiscating my essence

Becoming fire

Flames burning

Standing up

The heat

Rushing into

All my limbs

Enveloping me

In sweet bliss

Not wanting

To stop

The beauty

Of the blaze

Oranges and reds

White hot heat

Dancing in

My calm

Elevated essence

Consuming me

Into the now

Burn baby burn

Seer me

With your

Eternal fire

Draw me

Into you

Into this

Magnificent dance

Rick Ellsmore

10.6.20

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