now there is bushfire mind
what’s formed in smoke?
what oracles
fight fire with fire
burning
to heal, desire
winging wide on wind
one sorrow,
two joy,
smile
kiss foot, hold ankle
lean down, stretch
what’s formed in sweat
what divine
bodhisattva rising
from ash
phoenix, fly
clairevetica 
This is beautiful Claire – wish you wrote on here more often
Thankyou, what a lovely comment. I was averaging a poem per week but have been a bit slack lately! X
“what divine
bodhisattva rising
from ash”
That is just…yum.
Thankyou. And so glad to have you back on WP, my dear! 🙂