Wildfire

I know not of an intimidating presence, my purity is under question. 

This everlasting quest for a higher state of being, delightful, devilish, defensive, ingestion.

My eyes speak in the language of love.

A seeking of wildfire.

I speak to myself, why must I withhold such desire.

Shadows morph into one. 

Hiding from the bellowing sun.

The leaves twirl in a dance of commotion.

Where is the raw beauty on this earth, land or ocean?

To be, yang without yin, heaven must I be in.

One without the other. 

A frightful sin.

An archaic system.

Filled with wisdom.

We must dance the dance. Believe. Be the leaf.

But leave?