Pressure and heat and
the presence of flames
(that deadly hellish
Trinity) made her
kindling temperature
an inevitability. And oh!
the pain,
the raw ooze as fire
tattooed skin; but as she
surrendered, her fear
went up in smoke. Her
selfishness and pride
burned away, searing
suffering soul, until only
true silver remained. Now,
her light is a beacon –
infinity’s fire – a
path of illumination for
others to follow the
Flames of Freedom.
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It’s pretty cool what you can do with a burning stick at a campfire…
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This has a feel like…fashioning a sword. A specific kind of sword… A katana, a most fearsome and, what I would say, most freeing kind of blade.
This piece sets the heart to pounding some, and the temperature is more than the heatwave. The flames of freedom; very nicely penned. Inspiring.
Why thank you! Intriguing comment, Sahm. I’m glad you stopped by!
WOW, Wow, wow–kind of scary, but good. Fascinating photo, too.
That was so much fun! Brent handled the burning sticks, and I got to play. 🙂
And, Brent is Mr Muses?
Haha! Wait til I inform him of his new title…. 🙂
Hope he appreciates it as folks begin bowing, upon introduction.
It’s pretty cool how good you are at photographing a burning stick 🙂
HA! You should see the discard pile… 🙂
my interpretation was seeing the ring of fire as the power and method God burns our dross~ Fabulous ! Blessings friend ~ Debbie
That’s how I was thinking of it, too – that once those unnecessary or negative things are burned away, we can light the way for others. A painful process, as you know – but liberating, and beautiful in the end!!
Cool effect on the photo!
Great write to go with it too 🙂
I burned up a lot of battery power on that experiment, that’s for sure. 🙂 But some of them came out great! It was amazing to see how you can’t see the stick or the hand holding it at all, just the embers – fun!