When I try and get away….

it’s so much better if I just leap

from the frying pan

right into the fire.

Frying pans are flat, one dimensional

whereas fire is not under my control, like love.

It’s an alchemy,

pain is the catalyst,

the necessary spark

and the fire is a leap, a trust, a let go

beyond understanding

the realm of the heart

thoughts hinder.

Fire burns

what remains is ash

or is it gold?

Or both?