Nik Boyd
Silence seeps into my mind, stilling the chatter,
burnt offerings
sacrificed on the hearthfire rising from my heart.
Silence surrounds and
penetrates thoughts
as darkness penetrates the dancing flames.
Thoughts waft up as so much smoke while
cooling embers glow with
heartlight, shower sparks
and warm the space found by and by.
Tongues of flame lick wooden ideas,
charring them to coals that
fracture and crumble,
shedding more heat than light.
The fire breathes and grows brighter, hotter,
burning away the mind
dross, leaving only listening,
and hearing (firespeech), feeling
(firewarmth), seeing (firelight).
Ears and eyes, flesh and bones, breath and heart.