But it’s not a fire of destruction.
It’s a fire of glory, of beauty, of passion. The passion of love for creation, for what is, for how it all, every bit of it, changes and pulses and lives and moves, vibrates, glows, sings and dances and so much more.
You can’t contain that kind of passion. It combusts spontaneously, sometimes when you least expect it.
Burn, baby, burn.
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