Spreading Fire spread fire through my entire body.
Slowly and methodically burning my body,
while urging me to feed the flames with my own breath.
Leaving me as a pile of ashes from which a new self rose,
stomping around in the ashes, eventually forming
them into a question mark. The fire symbolized the
curiosity I want to spread in others, but it ended up
burning my entire self. Do I risk doing that to others?
It’s not pleasant, but then again so is change rarely.
What is the new self that rose out of the ashes?
That is the question
Dearest poetic pure minds of the sun Like looking at the same moon me me me me massage your solar plexus now with me . I’ve read that choosing the unknown is always the right choice , even if it doesn’t appear to give the best result . I think…