Fiery Fleck (Around the Fire)

Find joy in a moment gazing at a lone fiery fleck

sacred solitude;

reflection in a sensory speck.

Sit in silence peering in wonder at the roaring pyre.

The universe collides with thought, around a blazing fire.

Yellow, orange and deep blue burn consuming both wood and thought.

Soul simplicity emerges; artistic renderings wrought.

Hearts melt in the dancing fire.

Churning flames; fanning desire.

Insipid reason slips from mind, challenged by warmth and light.

Sacred silence, oh fiery fleck, love profound, darkest night.

Author: Jana Horton

I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand. I never did. I write on it to this day. I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand. The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.