I see fire in the forest, but it's a fire unlike what we know as physical fire. It has an incandescence that moves underneath my skin even while I'm seeing it from a distance. I both see it apart from me in the landscape, and feel it inside me as I see it. It works on my cells, lighting sparks in the center, shaking them awake, my skin flushes and prickles. It is a gold, iridescent flame that does not burn but soothes like a warm salve. I see it traveling in the trees, amongst them, they pass it back and forth like bread at sabbath, from branch tips to moisture on the still air, to thrushes feather. It keeps them warm in the winter, it suffuses the ice forming on their twigs, and they smile, they laugh as if they were all standing around a jolly fire. In the meadow it flows from grass tip to grass tip like physical fire does but again it is just as bread to them, a joyful food that's shared. I see clearly that sharing is the essence of life, that giving away is food as is receiving and the fire keeps flowing ,it feeds even when it burns, bc even physical fire does this. I can see it. I perceive it. With my senses. It's outside me and in me at the exact same time. I feel related like you feel things in your blood, in your gut. The fire is the relatedness, carrying information in it's flamey tongues that our cells understand, mine as well as the grass seeds. There is no doubt of our relatedness at all, I am living it in this moment.
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