Inside the Fire Is Burning

The air is cold enough to smell it.

Inside the fire is burning.

The day passes quickly.

I am returned.

Each moment reveals itself.

The burden of not enough time I am busy fabricating.

It is an indicator.

Something I notice as days turn to months.

I step away from what I am doing.

There is another vantage point through which I see.

I acclimate to enough, embrace what is good

enough. Allowing it to be easy.

I notice how this feels as I am breathing.

I twist slightly and lean forward.

I consciously engage my muscles.

Feel my foot touch the ground below me.

I see in this instance how the slightest recalibration repeated could build, rebuild, builds strength.

The day passes and I meet myself again.

Strengthening, becoming more conscious.

Purposefully engaging.

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