Fire in the Mountain
Moving into the darkest night
Alert to each crinkle in the texture of time
Alert to minute sounds and startled motion
There is a flame in the darkness
Warm, bright, alively intense in color
sparks flying, singing singing
soft and low, then more urgent, louder
singing, entrancing, bringing ever closer
attention away from the night from the cold.
Worship that flame.
Give it your deepest oath of fealty.
Be it's bosom ally, it's shadow, it's child.
Bring it into your deepest, strongest part
and grow with it, together,
dark earth intertwined with flame.