Coming out of a rather intense training session a couple weeks back, I had a few lines in my head.

Poetry?

Song?

Not sure.

So I played around with it, rewrote, rephrased, reworded. And I think its done. So, fuck it. Mastery is about exposing weaknesses and  can also be trying new things, or old things once more.

This would fit into the category of “all of the above”.

 

 

“Fire Resides Within”

A fire surrounded me and I was afraid.

I saw pain and destruction; hopeless, unavoidable.

I was tempted to run, escape, evade!

Futile thoughts, where could I go?

No way but through, they say.

Turning, I walked in, embrancing the fire.

Facing my fear, the fire raged around me.

I sought to work with it, channel it, turn it for good.

A deadly dance.

Immolated, like a living sacrifice.

Singed, scarred, burned.

Rejuvenated, like a ragged and worn Phoenix.

Rrenewed, reconstructed, repurposed.

Educated, like an eager student.

Learning, adapting, growing.

Raging, destroying, creating.

Everything I touch feels the flame.

The fire no longer surrounds me.

I am a host of the fire.

The fire resides within.