Most children touch fire once... Learning to never touch it again... Some children seem to forget the pain... Touching the hot coals again.... A few children seem to never learn... Constantly getting themselves burned... But one child knows no other way... Hot coals is where he constantly lays....
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Very Profound, as ever...Great write
Just got your e-mail.
Robert
that you own ! Mick.
Great poem !
i don't know if we walk through sacred fire, or if it
moves through us... maybe a little bit of both?