Fire

Holding . . . .
What is it we hold?
I sit.
And I continue to hold.
And I wait.

The waiting.
We're all invested, vested . . .
In the waiting.
Enter, the Light.
I continue to hold.

There is power.
And to what end?
More conditioning.
More breathing.
I am at peace.

And I am in motion.
I have been many things.
And I no longer know which to be.
I have had freedom,
This time around.

I've been a musician.
I've been an artist.
I've been a spokesman.
A hermit, a daughter, a mother.
I've been a hunter, a warrior . . . a son.

And I've been a dictator,
A slave.
I've been crucified.
I've been admired.
I've been no one.

I've been someone.
I have loved.
I have hated.
I have felt shame.
I have cried.

I have brought light to others.
I have been without.
I have known.
I am ignorant.
I am powerful and I am not.

I am humble.
I am aware, and, I am in the dark.
I will to live.
I live to love.
I still love to live.

I have been a writer, a poet, a philosopher.
I'm a good listener.
I have sung, and I have cried
Until I had no voice.
And I have prayed.

I have been loved.
I have been hated.
I have caused pain.
I have hurt, myself.
Deeply. Oh fuck, deeply.

I have felt the passion . . .
The Fire.
I have been All,
And I have been no-thing.
I am nothing.

I AM something.
I desire some . . . one . . . else.
I have been trusted.
I AM trust.
I strive for integrity and impeccability.

I bring Fire.
I bring Peace.
I bring Love.
I bring Passion.
I bring Enthusiasm.

I seek guidance.
I seek love.
I seek a place,
To rest my soul.
To have, and to give, of all this.

© Tony Beach 2006-2007