For Going Forward
Something ignited in my soul, what it is named I am unsure of. It started as a spark of knowingness, of a direction of healing and growth. It burst into my heart and being by the cross vexing of the flint of life and the scrap kindling of reality. It striked twice and on the second time it caught fire and the straw of my inner life went a blaze.
Once I felt it burning I said "burn baby, burn!" Thinking it would consume me, the start of my end, I was content to let it burn on. But it was instead the beginning of my start.
I repeated prayers said by some to bring on healing, I meditated on beauty and fruitful ideas. The flicker grew to a flame, then unwarned it exploded into a raging fire of greater expectation, of possibility.
I began to feel a guidance, not in word or signs. I began to see a message in whatever I saw. Soon my inner sense was telling me of some new thing, a fresh expansion.
What was it that ignited my soul? Some simple thing, without introduction, or name. I fanned the flames and as each day passed it burned as a rich inner light, lighting the darkness within my soul, illuminating my wounded self; becoming a light to my inward path, not knowing where I was, or where I was going. I didn't need to know anymore, just that I wanted to proceed.
Onion Watching Sunset
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