Flame
I dance in the consuming flames, blessed by the witnessing stardust.

Polarity
We move too, each to our own rhythm. Linked by orbital paths.

Touch
Within the quiet power of touch, we energize, clarify and redefine one another.

Consecration
Grace is offered with soft, gentle fierceness fed from the history resting beneath our soles.

Deluge
We grabbed as we fell through the pulpiness of the earth. Transformed by the river of tears.

Wanting
A big surprise to me somehow. This continuous chugging. This appetite. It is such a wonder from high above.