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Muladhara

In Poetry on November 17, 2013 at 12:06 pm

The children are on fire. The children are on fire, the children are on fire!

 

They provoke it to grow more passionate,

and they prod at it to prove their power.

They press for their existence by asking why the flame flickers

or spreads or combusts or dwindles down to a mere memory of the past…

 

“How far can the red line be drawn?” we ask

as the child inside holds our crayons against the edge daring ourselves to burn further.

 

We are on fire!

 

with a redness boiling inside of us to behold our bodies to stand with integrity,

to be rooted by energy, and to fully feel the passion in love and rage.

 

We are on fire!

 

The redness illuminates our cores like the light of a lightning bug showing us the way

to belonging.

 

We are on fire!

 

Redness bleeds from our spines like lava leading us to the vitality of the ground

which is our animal home where nourishment is in the core.

 

With volcanic confidence

the children

climb trees,

dig holes,

and play on the ground

wildly

like fire.

 

So the redness is young,

and like a flame,

can always be reignited.

 

Sophia Elizabeth Cox, USA

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