El bailar con mi fuego

El bailar con mi fuego 1
Originally uploaded by Jerry Aaron Hazard.

I've tried several times to vocalize to put this to words... today it came together in concert with some photos I created...

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I've been in the dark so long, I've gotten used to it.

Not that there's anything wrong with the dark, but it can get a bit stifiling after a time. Opportunity for
growth, or opportunities for growth seem limited - I mean, how much personal growth can one get before it becomes unhealthy?

I see flickers, sometimes they flash by my "the dark", but habitually shun them. "I'm allright, I'm doing just fine." Then, I begin to wonder.. Just where do they go?

So, I've decided, or 'someone' has decided, that it's time to let the sun shine in, even if it's just a little bit.. the flicker, which briefly illuminated my "the dark", now provides some illumination; of things outside, my surroundings, and even myself.

It's definately different, sharing space with the flame, it flickers even when I'm not looking; I can be far away from it, and it still lights up things I have not viewed in a long time, and somehow, they seem different now, not better, not worse... Perhaps they are the same, but as the flame illuminates, it also sees. And that perception is what I notice.

So, "the dark" while still eveloping my edeges, is fading, as I willfully open myself to it's inquisitive illumination, and I'm equally inquisitive towards it.
I think of my parents, telling my not touch the campfire... But this I'm ignoring them.

I'm open.


Expanding, even it only means I'm filling space that I previously occupied.

Thawing.

I never noticed how cold it was in here...

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I feel much better to get that out, thanks...