Fire Burned

Sometimes I am surprised at my own ability to risk things and the courage I carry till the end.

Another similarity in the universe worth noting... the heat of the fire makes a pure metal... somethings just get stronger when they are thrashed around and tossed about (and I am not talking about just feelings)... the rough edges disappear and a smoother shape takes their place. Thats durability.

Search

Sometimes a blank page is torturous.

A troubled pause in the sequence of thoughts.

A flow so slow...

Missed in a blink.

Once again searching the divine balance.

In search of a center.

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