Posted by: lecubiste | January 30, 2021

I’ve Sat On the Edge of the Waterfall

I’ve sat on the edge of the waterfall,

Looking down, a sheer drop,

To the rocks below.

Guns pointed in my direction,

One flash of powder

Would snuff me out.

Death is all around us

All the time,

Waiting to extinguish our fire.

Burn, fire, burn,

Love feeding fuel

To the flames.

The Way giving sustenance to

The path on which we find ourselves:

This Life, this incarnation,

This combustion.


Mountain Lake House


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