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Fire & Water

February 28, 2017


For so many years, I only knew the way of lightning—

the explosion of heat that bursts the husks of seeds within,

the fierce piercing that releases dormant longing into ecstatic flight.


These seeds—opened by fire—crack granite, thrive on sheer mountainsides, 

find impossible crevasses to call home. I still bear the scars 

from the places where this lightning entered, breaking me open to endless sky.


But now there is another way that calls.  In this way, there is a a welling up of light 

from the dark depths,  the return of ancient rivers after long periods of heat and drought. 

In this way, the waters seep through the hard places,  soften and dissolve the pod—


so that the life inside simply emerges, revealed. These seeds require a slow approach—

a long drenching rain, the coaxing of sunlight—until delicate petals unfurl one by one—

and the whole hungry world slows down to take a single breath.


And these two~the fire and the water~are like two arrows in the bow 

of the divine archer—who knows just where the bullseye is and how to touch 

the center of the center where our most intimate secrets dwell.

©Laura Weaver

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Michelle Ellis permalink
    February 28, 2017 3:00 pm

    Love this one a lot Laura. Hope you are well. Michelle

  2. February 28, 2017 10:33 pm


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