Ancestors and Divine

Swimming in a lake of fire
Flames- orange, red and blue
Surround me
Full of faces and voices-
The water, tepid, not boiled
Soothes my face and body
As songs of old play lightly
In the background of my mind-
What insight will greet me
As I flow under the depth and wave?
I give myself over to the flames
Becoming stripped of all I am not
Risen to, through, a light more kind
And forgiving
I learn to listen with my eye
As my heart translates the pain
Until understanding is burned
Again into this consciousness
And I free myself to dive
Into the wisdom of my ancestors
And divine

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