Ordain the Profane

Come closer than diamonds
In the blink of an eye
Nearer and nearer
From further away
The clicking of the latch
Can be heard miles away
And when you push it
It clicks again anyway.
Arms full of potential fire
Melting the ice
Re-minding, membering
In the break of a day
Ears finally listening
Hearing the way
Brokeness broken
Like a shell full of clay
Ordain the profane
Insanity is sane.
Take the turned and turn again
Here, where the point began
Begin to go in.

CP 17.1.12

Category:

Travel & Events

Tags:

• fire
• wood
• latch
• opening
• letting
• go
• trust
• freedom
• connection

[rriverstone1]

I <3 your socks

[Loreleila]

@rriverstone1 :) You have some very fine knitwear.

[WarblesOnALot]

@Loreleila G'day ! Wow, Synchronicity again !!! Great Poem too.. But the bit that got me is that I filmed the Flames last night, myself, then find this... Yikes. I'll go and upload it now. There are 2 in front of it, but in 2 hours, it should be up. My fire is rather fireier, than thine, if you'll forgive the boast..?!

Ciao !

[Loreleila]

@WarblesOnALot lol Thanks and boast to your hearts content. :)

[YeOldeHeretic]

Love it! :D

Laurel

[Loreleila]

@YeOldeHeretic Thanks Laurel :)

[WarblesOnALot]

@Loreleila

 Cool, though we're probably even... My Miniature Potbelly in the Hut is Dwarfed by your Stove...

Ciao !

[Loreleila]

@fulishproductions Yay :P

[fulishproductions]

Liked this

[Loreleila]

@WeirdUniverse :)