Fire

Does fire worry that it will never be free, when it is surrounded by boulders in a fire pit?
No it laughs at the idea of being controlled, even though you think you are taming it.
Fire knows better.
A wild woman can never be tamed.
Her fire, even though it can warm a home's hearth,
was always and will forever be wild.

Women's Voices

The days are long and the nights are many but you one of one, one of many stand out.
Although your legs are long they will not carry you far.
Although your tongue is sharp it will not aid your journey home.
No for the journey home is in the inner world and only she can lead you there.
She the old woman.  She one who has been through it.
Listen not to her words but to her very soul for in her silence she carries the images of home.
Again we do not enlist you for this journey.  It is your will alone to go.  And go you will for the home you yearn for is already imprinted on an ancient memory.  A memory you think your own but will discover is ours.  We the women of the ages.  We the daughters of Osiris.  We the priestesses of Athena.  We the goddesses of Demeter.  Take us home woman for we are in you.

I am not much but I am enough

One day a girl sat at the computer
She wanted to write but did not have the courage
She thought of all the times she had a chance to express herself
..but didn't.  It was after all easier.
No one could criticize silence.  A blank page could not be rejected for its views.
It could not be loved nor shunned.  Why not be no one?, she thought.
Just then she heard the flutter of wings.  What was it she looked up.
The sound was metallic almost as if water hitting against air.  It was not a sound she had heard before.
Her initial reaction was to immediately wave her hand around her hand as she looked up.
A protection against anything that may be whizzing about.
But as she looked forward there in air space before her was a dragon fly.
It appeared suddenly as if the room had no boundaries and even though the dragon fly flew far away she returned quickly making strange patterns in the air.  The girl wondered why she didn't fly straight.
As she touched the space in front of the girl over and over, the dragonfly on her third time landed on the computer screen before her.  They both tilted their heads it seemed at the same time.
A timeless moment, both perceiving another, unable to fathom the other's existence.
Unable to grasp the enormity of the creature before them.
A wordless stillness.