I.
Conversations with the ancestors and You
bring to light my need—
Only, it’s crippling in the sense, last I tapped into that space,
I was burned mightily.

“You learned! Now carry it gently with presence.
Move with grace and balance. Your wisdom cost enough! No need to keep paying penance.”

II.
I agree to dust off and start again.
The first sparks threaten and I pour some water down it like it’s survival.
Gods, that feels good. I missed this.
Don’t you dare lead me into madness once more.

He smiles—
“There she is. Come back from the dead have we? Good. Now receive.”

III.
I am water and flame.
Heart in movements that nurture, hold, and reflect.
I am without pretense, more raw, comfortable in its rhythm.
I am reciprocal, balanced. In care of boundaries.

IV.
What I need is drawn in to me without ever having to be a whore for it.
A small fracture in my heart reveals I’m letting go of old shell castings that kept me small and managed.
The fire doesn’t have to consume.
Its warmth meant to be appreciated. Keeping water nearby, a safe practice.
I have to move. The flame in me demands I dance ecstatic.

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