Guest guest Posted March 24, 2002 Report Share Posted March 24, 2002 Seemingly, we take in the moments like a cold, coiled snake, waiting for the sun to allow us more fluid-like movement. We drowned the memory and ability to create thoughts that would ignite, spark the fire we wait for. So we just wait, coiled, sleeping, hoping for heat, not realizing that the Sun lives inside our spine, twisted around like a double-helix of flame and ice. This FireRoot-Stock of our brain and spine, it purges. Deep in the recesses of some dim remembering, we start to yearn for sunlight, firelight, any light. Great sloughing-off of self-skin, opening closed doors, bolted openings, shuttered happenings, glass shatterings, and there begins a faint glimmer moving like another serpent inside our being, then begins the turning East, a burning feast is being prepared on the bonfire of the Spine. Leaping, quickening, streaking, fluidly licking, roaring has burnt away all forgetfulness of the Sun within us. We are the Sun! Sun lives by the Energy-fed Spring, Ice-Bright! We speak words with fire-licks now, and all our dreams are ash that we annoint our own corpse with as we die, Awakening. Like a coiled snake creature bound for that Golden, Glowing Cave, we shed off the last remnant-skin of I, and dance towards Mecca. Love, Mazie _______________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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