Arrows of Fire

There are times when we are besieged

by demons and shadows the world conceived.

Heads are hung in quiet desperation

as stability is consumed in conflagration.

Where to turn in these times

when we feel punished by past crimes?

What routes can we take to find a way out

of the inner dark forest, long in drought?

Take a walk, my friends, reach out a hand,

to someone you know will firmly stand,

and hear your plight

without losing sight

of your inner might.

For in these times, our truest friend

will shoot an arrow of flame,

against which we need not defend,

for it is not an arrow of siege or blame,

designed to weaken our walls

or burn our halls;

it is an arrow of warmth and light,

to restore our strength and our soul ignite

with vigor and valor once more,

to share their vibration

and engage in relation

so we leave our isolation

and re-member liberation.

This is where true community lies,

since as we recover and once again rise,

we help another with our own arrows of light,

our own ways of helping someone restore their might.

Chain reactions occur,

mycellial networks hum and purr

as love travels down the roots

meeting those with the heaviest boots,

and this compassion traverses the world,

and little by little, what is wound is slowly unfurled.

After receiving one such arrow, myself,

I sat under a grey sky,

and received an unexpected gift:

a raindrop,

landing on my hand.

About to turn and head for shelter,

I look at my palm where the water landed,

follow the lines written there by unseen authors,

and picture the journey this droplet has taken

to land here and baptize this body.

A selfless act of love.

A service to the whole.

And I call upon the ancient ones

of all directions

to ask how I too, can be of such service.

How may I leave the ocean of all

to journey as one through fire, sky and earth,

blessing all I touch along my way,

and finally return home, to become sea spray

in that same ocean of belonging

from which I came.