When we are little
We are told not to play with fire.
We fear the terrible pain of getting burnt.
And so we demonize it.
Hells flames.
Yet still, we need the fire
To keep us warm
To cook our meals
To share its light.
To make us feel alive from within.
We fear fire, for it often brings destruction.
But it also leaves us with new possibilities.
The power of re-construction.
Phoenix, arising from the ashes.
Fire. The real alchemist.
For it leaves us with materia prima.
With the essentials only.
And with an invitation to turn this essence,
Into abundance.
So let me burn to ashes. Let me dance in the flames. Watch me fall into my own abyss. And get up stronger each time.
Flames of rebirth, eat me up, reduce me to my essence, and watch me turn it into gold.
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