I walk up to the fire on the beach. How could I not walk right up to it. It's warm on the cool, dark night. It's wild, on a mind that's quiet. I stand to watch. I stand at watch. It's a movie. It a memory. It's a fire in my heart. It's my spirit before me.
Yea for the diftwood that someone like me left behind for me to sit. I take my place and my eyes crawl all the way into the flames. I see my life most inside the firelight. The flame dancing around as I dance within it. Yeah, I've been both burned and warmed by the experience of being there.
But I breathe the air, and I flow with the river. I walk the earth. So I must feel the fire.
Life would be cold and distant, unattached and without wonder, if I spent my days standing outside the fire.
I walk in the fire head high, knowing I'm alive.
--me strauss Letting me be