Affirmation by anon

I draw from my soul my energy
my dormant energy-to erupt and be set free.
Not in internal combustion
but freely given, and released
into the atmosphere.
The passion life fire and gale
and water it, sustain
make real alive and free
the whole of myself
to be.

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Then morning came..........gentle breeze rescued from yesterday rested
for a while......bathed in warmth on moss shadowed boulders hidden
beneath giant fronds of healing green
and sighed.

Vapour coiled upwards to the sun safe bliss of nothingness,
through the toughened bows
from roots to the Christmas tree fairy
and further
than changed............to drifting gold

Grew to gold
Enveloped by gold from this other floating coil..........then JOINED!
and so discovered flint of primal fusion
Genesis!

Ancient fingers poked and prodded.....bellowed........blew to birth the tiny golden flame
to orange! to red blaze! in a breath...........
Combustion of fire and air belching from earths core
Archaic compulsions-churning instincts to plutonic fever stew.
Unquenched
Devoured by delirious cauldron force to essence of toad.

Mercurial streams decend...undirected..forming odious sublime monoliths
petrifying moments into crude sculptures
transforming to love and fear.
Silver threads forcing in and out between internal organs ,cramping,grabbing ,shifting ,remodeling...
Erupting volcanic furnace,fed by gales and consumed by fire!

Then morning came
And having landed and bounced again upwards through confusion fog
(hands fighting to make a window,rolly pollys in space... isn't that trusting?)
and having landed again in morning sun...to bathe in clear peace
and re arranged
came to a different place of pathways and blank signposts
but with a full pack
of energy on my back!