Grounding

On days in which I feel the earth is trembling under my own two feet,
When the world is seeping into my pores and my fingers are twitching for a cigarette. 
Sometimes the flames dance in my belly and lick up my esophagus. 
I want to love you and play nicely, 
Always.

My element is not a flame,
I’m merely a silent doe crossing
paths with you across an open clearing, 
Occasionally leading,
occasionally following. 

I do not want my wildfire to 
spread as our passages emerge,
So I will watch you,
cautiously at first,
so cautiously.

I will fill myself with all of those watery vibrations,
those soothing energies that you offer. 
I’ll recreate my inner domain,
I’ll put out the fire.  

On days in which I feel the earth is trembling under my own two feet,
I still myself,
I breathe in those airy gusts,
Deep. 
I remind myself it is only my own shaking that has thrown off my balance. 
And that I do not speak in tongues of fire. 

BIATA – ‘for those with tongues of fire and hearts of air

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