Photograph courtesy of Eric Young
Inside of me, a firestorm rages,
rattling all the self-made cages
put in place by ego’s fear of freedom.
After starting years ago
as just a glow, it started to grow
when goddess Venus, still at sea,
felt a longing to be free
of Saturn’s limitation.
From Cronus’s castration
of Uranus, she arose,
or so the story goes….
The moment when he joined her again,
that ember burst into a flame,
and I would never be the same!
Celestial movement into fire
through hidden chambers (where desire
is, to the conscious mind, unknown)
has opened me to kingdoms rich,
starting a cycle during which
original, creative seeds are sown.
The freedom that the ego feared,
in the end, was the captain that steered
the great escape from bars my thoughts had forged!
And though, today, the firestorm rages,
winds that fan it come from sages
of my Soul Collective’s mind.
With the fire and wind aligned,
both waters stirred and topsoil warmed
bring hope to a life that’s been transformed.