Fire and Intention (a poem)

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The thought wakens me — -

What would happen if

I take the love I give out in the world and

turn it on myself?

Would I roll into the flames

fire this mud-formed flesh

into shimmering porcelain?

Would I plunge my hands into the sunlight

pull it into my body, laughing,

recognizing it is the same light that burns in me?

Would I stand, finally, on the high ground, unprotected,

with arms long enough to embrace all that is?

Burned alive in the fires of my own love

watching my illusions die

I gasp — -

Even dust becomes precious

when it is touched by light