Flammae

March 5, 2010
By A.L.Sommer DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
A.L.Sommer DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world; there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that others won't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. We were all born to make manifest the glory of God that's within us - it's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Nelson Mandela


The flames are very bright,
A source of warmth for me.
My fingers crave the might
Of the slowly burning trees.

The smoke rises and swirls,
To reach and touch the sky.
Round and round me it twirls;
The time of burning is nigh.

Lovely and vengeful flames
Sit in my fire pit.
They wash away the pains,
And lighten my heart a bit.

The flames lick at my hand,
My flesh immersed in them.
There, burning in the sand,
A black rose's drooping stem.

Red waves sway back and forth,
Fire engulfs my hand.
My heart is filled with mirth
As it falls where I now stand.

Unceasingly they eat,
Fed by the forest floor.
The now surround my feet,
And keep searching on for more.



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