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.