an exercise in metaphorical writing

I have this fire inside of me. It's not destructive, out of control, or the reason behind all of my actions. Instead, this fire is warm and inviting - something to sit close to when I am cold and all I can see in front of me is the lonely form my breath takes when I exhale. I can make my bed next to these flames without fear of it dying out or hindering my movements. I take it with me wherever I go - I am always warm - always fed by this fire's vitality - inspired by the intensity of the vivid orange and gold of its flames.



-The last four sessions have been on Bhuddism. I have taken a shine to it.-