Sometime we must burn things away-
impressions, old hurts, memories that no longer serve,
but other times, we must roll up our pant-legs
and wade in and be with,
hunker down and get eye to eye,
our circling and constricted breath
making us truly see.
Some things don’t burn away—
some things, we have to submerge with,
watery, but with shafts of light
undulating through the murkiness.
The way of soothing is sometimes
more like a rocking than a sword battle
and sometimes lighting issues up while they float,
proves not all falls to ash.
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