Fire Walker

Allow me to watch the campfire friend

   and I’ll bear the burden.

Let me stir the ashes of times past

    so that we can both remember.

Let me see the fumes rise slowly

    and I’ll recount to you.

How it was and is today the mark

    of being made whole

Sit quietly as the fires burn within you

    and search the laden isles of the mind.

Listen now and watch the beginnings

    as time hastens and beckons with a call.

Speak now for soon it will be over

    and chance as it were will have passed

Time stands for no one but is still for all

    when it is moving past the future as we fall.

Let it be said that we are all alike

    as vapors rise and wander tall.

So that with the thinking is a past

    not so long ago forgotten.

That searches out the present

    while giving up the last.

Fires are a fire burning

   all the more within.

Without a conscience but a having

   of a passion non-the-less.

Smoke arising, issues flaring

   sudden fortunes all aghast.

When we see the flaming fires consuming

  then we see the truth at last

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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

"Let me stir the ashes of times past." That is very evocative. Thanks George for this interesting poem.

Love and peace


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niallmarkey 6 years ago from New York

This is a beautiful poem, George. Really enjoyed reading it... and re-reading it.

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valeriebelew 6 years ago from Metro Atlanta, GA, USA

This is very true buddy, and its white hot. (: v

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couponalbum 6 years ago from Sunnyvale, CA

Nice poem! Enjoyed reading it! Liked your other hubs too! Joining your fanclub and would like to invite you to join mine. :)

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