Where There's Smoke

15.12.08



This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling he scum away.

~ Rumi



Where there's smoke. There's fire. Throw me in. I'm ready. Burn baby burn! As useless wants an desires burn into ash. I feel free. Freer than I thought possible. As the play, and the movement become all there is, an energy enters in, as everything I touch with my hands and see with my eyes makes no sense, compared the dance, as I beat my own drum.



I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

~ Rumi

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