A Wise Woman asked of me,
Why teach? Why share? Why not simply Be?
This was my reply
Strike a match.
The intent
The care, to hold without breaking
The skill, the coordination, the precision of movement
The sputter
The flare
The incandescence, swelling and mellowing to luminance
The heat
The smell
Acrid phosphor, aromatic pine smoke
White wood charring, twisting, curling
Anticipation
The inevitable approach of pain
The drop
Flame…
…dies
Loss
Darkness
Grief
Again.
Strike a match.
Intent, care, skill
Touch
the paper
curls, chars, smokes
Flame…
…spreads
grows
moves, swells, leaps
kindling, sticks, logs
hissing, crackling, roaring
excitement, joy, power!
What of the match?
Utterly consumed, beyond all trace, yet not lost
one flame magnified multiplied beyond measure
one flame become all flame
a beacon of tribute
an inferno of celebration
a towering pyre of sacred transformation
unlimited light
One match.
One life.
Raven's Truth 
Your answer to my question left me Breathless. The power of your Presence through your words, filled me with Awe. The flow and dance of your flame kindled my Light while your Honouring inspiring me to teach again. My heart is filled a new. Deep Gratitude ❤
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Frankly – you earned it. I am so much more today because of the way you touched my life. I hold myself now in the way that you taught me. The more people you touch, the better my world becomes. Enough of them will carry the flame onwards, touch others.
I rejoice to live in a world as bright as that. Thank you.
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