
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?