Fire pit

As brown burns into charred black
And becomes a white burning orange,
Of coal, of embers, of bonfires, 
So does this fire within,
Yearn to change and grow.
Fluttering flames twinkle and glow,
Crackling becomes a morphing,
Transmuting of all that is,
Becomes,
Form, flows,
Is discovered,
Repeated until all,
Changes us,
Heals us, builds us, 
Chooses us,
As we choose ourselves…
May we always look onto these fires,
Onto ourselves,
For whatever form/shape it takes,
With LOVE, with FAITH,
Let this be our guiding strength,
Will it good, will it kind,
Will it understanding,
And just really,
Determining-ly will it be,
And then so it is,
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
We offer all possibilities,
Possible now, 
By simply, allowing ourselves,
To will, it free…