For years I’ve been fascinated with fire
the idea of flame & leaps daring into darkness.
But now I’ve begun to watch, to understand
the concentration of setting, & lighting.

Watch. Flames grow around kindling
like a house that is also a flower
reaching to include the highest rafters

Once I thought there’d be shapes
was assured castles & dragons dwelled there.
But as I watch
I see no things, no divisible part
of energy
, no glow separable
from this house
, home of all my yearning
where none is ever tired
none lacks motion.

--from Camp Poems
a Wintersunrise House Pamphlet

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