I have been working on a renovation project this week that has included taking down parts of an old shed roof over a deck. It might surprise you to know how boards will look after sitting under roofing shielded from the sun. They can actually char. Low steady heat does the same job as sudden flames.
I rather think that this is like how we are… how, over lifetimes, this slow burn accumulates until it is so ripe, so full and cluttered, we can stand it no longer. Or some part of us can’t.
Our troubles
accumulated,
Our wounds so deep-
furrowed,
triggers something
It can come like a sigh
often a sudden realization
this can’t be all there is…
we cross over the borderlands
the no-mans land
filled with the remnants
of lifetimes worth of the dried
and charred tinder
the misappropriations of our spirit
ready for the kiss of fire
to set it all aflame.
Just like that, the house burns down.
Our hopes and plans, up in smoke…
along with our lies
cleverly assembled to look like castles
but are only vain glory.
The moon never shone more brightly after,
nor the rain more precious
every drop now
an explosion
or a tease
….a world waiting to explode.
Seems you must lose it all to gain all
only because we all lie like that
and bury them as though they mean something
until of course we burn for real
and immolate until the blaze is enough to illuminate,
purify,
and simplify the work of the sacred arsonist
who rests in every heart and waits
for when the alarm sounds and
our world is set to flame.
It is ever thus
that souls are carried home
by the fire of the Holy Ghost
Whose sweet destruction returns us each
to what is true.
It’s the love that prevails.
Waking The Infinite 