I am a woman of bone and blood,
of air and ink and fire and clay.
A woman created, and meant to create...
meant to touch and feel and breathe,
meant to love and shape and hope
burning embers into light.
This, while letting go myself-
allowing the One and the Many
to reach in and stir
my own deep heart flame.
This, while letting go enough, loosening until
it no longer matters or is possible to know
spark from fire from sunrise
and whether the glow is inside or out.
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