Fire at my centre,
burning as the core
shedding sacred light and warmth
with playful flicker roar.
Fire at my centre,
through my eyes you dance
telling stories long since past
as I gaze on entranced.
Fire at my centre
wisdom of the flames
knowing since the birth of time
that life must start again.
Fire at my centre
burning its surrounds
turning all you touch to ash
which nourishes the ground.
Sacred ash and open air
combine to draw life out,
initiating transformation
from the inside out.
Tender shoots stretch sunward
as new roots plunge below,
seeking warmth in Mother Earth
where Gaia’s fires glow.
Fire at your centre,
life’s eternal flame,
will you grant us this last chance
or must life start again?
Poet's Corner 