Logs lit

A space within the out,
Outside my physical home,
Among the grassy earth,
Where the wind freely blows by me
And I sit calmer by the crackling of my wooded fire pit…
I sit, I embrace, I welcome all that was feeling
Ignored within me to speak…
Hearing the distant tweeting of birds,
Dogs barking, highway sounds, neighbors chatting,
I sit comfortably in my camp chair,
Savoring wood smoke aroma, up close…
Welcoming, 
my sweet surrender to the calmness,
Fastly approaching me while I sink further into this chair,
Welcoming the outer quietness,
Inviting the emergence of all sacred,
All becoming, all here, be felt, be expressed, be listened to…
Though my tiredness exceeds my limit,
I persevere allowing the surrender, to disentangle,
Allowing the unbecoming to surface,
To let be no matter what storm brews or earthquakes through…
I will it be…
I will it space to free from me, myself and I,
To just be, let be, sleepily, sweetly, simply be, here,
Come back alive, have its time, presence, moment.
Allowing the thicket of wilderness catch ablaze safely within its own circle,
Like of the firepit’s circumference  contains the fire, 
So shall I let all that needs flown,
Be caught ablaze, open to let embers catch air 
As it becomes vocalized become a breeze,
Pulling and creating flames,
That shed light where shadows were suppressed,
Within me, let out, let to be lifted by heat,
By awareness, let be to climb out…
Let the embers that were dimming,
Within the core of me, lift, catch wind, spur, release, become…
As I give to nature, as I give to this natural 
Building of elements that build this fire,
I give to this nature of myself, of each other, 
As the the logs burn, becoming embers,
Drift into ash, be the smoke that leaves,
That rises before the phoenix does,
Set free, be savored for its surface,
For it’s burn, for its heavenly process,
Be heard, be loved, be allowed, be welcomed,
So it can be freed…
Savored for though it burns, boils, pops;
Within its warmth, it heals,
Within its light, it heals,
Within its experience, it heals,
Within its silent words, I heal…
Within my own thoughts, within my own heart,
As quickly as it began to burn,
So shall it leave, taking new life,
Unbecoming itself, becomes smoke,
That always rises, releases,  no longer confined,
Becomes free, like me in the moment of now...
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
Where you can not see, can not detect,
A fire given just the right angle of wind will find,
Shed light, let be, let gone, restore,
From embers to ashes, all will be healed..
I am, you are, fire, our baggage, the logs lit,
Recognized connection, detach as the fire burns,
We will it be, we will ourselves be,
We will it gone, we will our peace returns,
While watching the logs burn away,
So do our troubles, invite us here, now,
A space within to be out, an outside in,
All unbecoming, all becomes changed...