A flame
sparks within you:
“i want.”
Tiny
tendrils of the flame creep along the edges of your consciousness, the warmth
just enough to be felt. Slowly the flame of “I want”
makes inroads where other thoughts have been, moving them, burning them, the low flame of “I want” becoming a small but steady
fire:
“I
need.”
The steady
fire rises to unsteady heights. Higher the flames lick, greater the area they cover, hotter they grow,
the orange flames burning into blue until they throw off
a
white heat
consuming everything in
their path:
“I MUST HAVE.”
The burning of your mind with desire for
things, for security, for people, for love, for
stability, for anything
other than what is right now – this is a conflagration that only you
can bring under control.
The conflagration
begins with the simple flame of
“I want.”
The control
begins with the simple peace of
“I
accept.”
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