we burn but are not consumed.
Neither drive nor ire.
I have been considering this week which burns brighter:
Does love or hate, determination or stubborn will, fury or desire flare up and become embers that glow and last?
Do our flares of intention become firestorms that destroy everything in their path or burning bushes that draw others to the flames, warming and fanning our intent while not burning out and flaring to a blinding flash?
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 14 October 2018
