the zen of it all - such a blessing
darting, parting, blazing, trailing
life in blues and yellows
a bob, a weave -- an exercise in subtlety
feeling it, hearing it, knowing it
fire transforms thought, time, & intuition
each breath slows to an eternity
movements conscious, yet not
mathematical, transformative, instinctual
sacred geometry scores the night air
possibilities of heat-formed fields of
dancing arm-hair dandelions loom
seering, red-hot, metal kisses
etch for a while, if not forever
a memory, a sensation, a lesson
instructors sent to direct and guide
dancing fireballs admonish and chide
each reminder less than the last
rushes of wind and sounds of fire
driving energy beyond the bounds
and through my very being
grace, beauty and movement
as the heart expands, so does the mind
no reaction, just flow-no attack, just flow
