As Ash

I have surrendered
to your fire,
And burnt -
I come alive as nothing more
than ash.
And scattered by some Holy breeze,
I now reach every
Part
of
You.

`

 

To truly love we must become less - anything more is ego and marked by passions that rise and fall to the tides of whim and fancy. Love burns only the self and leaves alive the reach of spirit that soars past known borders once held between two. Love doesn't hurt - it destroys- and those not ready to perish in the flame of devotion play only on the edge of this great fire.

 

 

Peace,

Eric