Creative fire

Creative fire from inside so deep I cannot hide.

Like an ocean swirling, twirling, churning.

A well that sometimes has water and other times is dry.

The build and builds and radiates and heats me and then sweet releases.

Expressing a light of a million years.

A fire of a thousand ages.

The trees sway, longing to feel what I feel.

Little do I know how lucky I am to be human.

To yearn, to desire, to create, to release.

Creative fire, you come from my deepest source.

What is it like to have this creative fire inside? It’s like this.