As I burn and echo emptiness, I watch my fragile body running in circles in the manifest world. I wonder how all this that I am now could fit into that tiny vessel.
Yet, all that I am now is all that I have ever been, and I come to admire the body for being such a strong refuge. Keeping the sacred fire alive, not burnt or turned to ash by its flames – it’s a task entrusted to gods and heroes – and this body is handling it very well too.
As I start to appreciate in fullness my damaged flesh and bones, a new desire is born and it’s pushing me towards my body again. From spirit I become liquid, and I pour myself in.
Spirit of Tara 