My voice, the fire

The woman is tending my voice.
Night after night,
I see her,
strong and deeply connected
to the earth,
the open air.

I am unfamiliar with this language
but I can see
the golden heart she speaks of.

A moment billows,
comes towards me,
even now,
while the woman is shining
in the clear blue sky.

We sit and eat the fire.
We drink the heat.
We wake the morning.
The sun speaks on the inside.

I can only be here.
I can, at last, be here.

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6 thoughts on “My voice, the fire

    • Dearest Rebecca! I’m so glad this was the right thing at the right time. Much love to you. Thinking back to our wonderful meeting last year with a big smile on my face! xxx

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