The spirit within me burns.
It burns with passion for things that I do in my life.
It burns with desire to be stretched
It yearns to shine within the eye.
The Spirit longs to burn that which does not help
The Spirit longs to fill the space left with warmth and flame.
It burns with strength.
It burns with desire,
It burns to touch other spirits.
It is not mine to say ‘turn it away’ because it shines too brightly.
It is not mine to hide, afraid that I would burn another.
It is mine to be the reflection.
The Spirit is mine to allow its energy to saturate me;
It’s mine to allow the warmth to flow from my fingers,
Dripping onto the things that I touch
Changing those things unavoidably.
For that is the nature of the Spirit.