Agni
I think you are my favorite.
In many ways--
the reigning king
of transformation, the crackling beauty
of fear and heat. The colors of what I am
told is passion, a story relayed to me over
and over, when all I crave
is to live my own, floating above
the tapestries of others.
Agni, I feel you
in my chest and in my belly. You remind
me of palpable impermanence and glorious
resilience. Many see you as the destroyer of things,
but I want to dance like you dance, every move
contingent on the wind even though your strength
is far greater than your choreographer's.
Teach me how
to rest in you. Show me
how your searing power
can transform
me.
No comments:
Post a Comment