Warm glowy nights by the fire, the day is done, sleep is near, cosy and warm by the fire’s gift of energy. Archaic times in the DNA of my being gently, so gently, give me this sense of times long go. This fire lights up my life, warmth sending my vibration high. I miss all those moments of time from birth to death of times by the fire. I miss fire. The smell lingers in my memories, I can summon them yet being in the experience is not the same. Fire, oh fire, how I miss you.. I hope I get to smell you once again, just one more time in this exsistence.
The stars are dancing, no one can see, for the eyes of one’s self standing alone outside is the one who sees. I think I see yet I know, I know, that what I know of the known is but a blip, a minuscule fragment of infinity, energy, infinite intelligence, source, love, ultimate, God………….