The woman’s bones remember the fire. Her eyes each hold a delicate miniature reflection of the blaze she gazes into. This is a familiar light, an ancient rhythmic ritual, consciously forgotten, yet eternally remembered in stark detail deep within her marrow.The fire has been burning now for hours, and some of the once intact huge logs have transformed from brown and gold ringed cylinders, into fallen ember cities. The golden white embers flickere in turn creating a feeling of Christmas lights dissolving in blurry slow motion.
The woman is mesmerized. Her breathing deepens and slows as her mind loosens its hold and begins to toss cares and concerns, one by one into the places where the flames still dance. She becomes timeless and still.The earthly fire is transformed into one universal flame, the beginning and ending of every material thing. Without moving, she enters the fire and at the same time invites the fire to consume her being, soul and fire now one, at peace.
Copyright © Bentley Kalaway 2009
photo credit-yellowhanded
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