Deep in the stomach of a flame, a rebirth dances.
Deep in the feast of contentment, a curiosity grows.
Hold us, wordless, where mountains of calm cannot be moved.
Hold us, gently, where power loves peace, fire cradles water, feasting marries contentment, Me becomes We.
Deep in the stomach of a flame beauty can emerge, again and again, shaped by your perspective and your will.
© Reneé Marie
6/26/18
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Very impressive write, Renee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.