Out of the flames is born new life.
I stand in the flames while my body turns to ash.
My charcoal remains feed the earth.
Tender I am with my seeds, let me nourish my patch while I be still for a while.
From this place of rest & tender, i come back into nature.
Then one early morning with the rise of the new sun, SHE becomes honey
Because without her there is no life at all.
