She listened to me and told me radiantly
“You are the light. I can see your sparkles.”
Hence, I often chose to live aflame, illuminating.
And let her words resonate through me.
I burn, burn and burn endlessly indifferent to circumstances.
She smiles in me and in the burst and swirl and dance of tiny sparkling particles.
In a sudden blaze of fire or a thin flickering flame.
She lightly sits on the radius and dissolves in me.
I soak up the exuberant dynamic spark called life,
The impetus that lets me choose to stand alone in the middle of fire.
And I draw newer glimmering shades from inside me.
Only when I decide.
So that the art of burning into dazzling flames is never lost.
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