It was not water. Perhaps I experienced enlightenment after all. At any rate, it will do. The sky in my head is raining down into my heart, breaking clouds to release rain back into the blood-source of my breath, bringing sweet relief to the heat in my heart, which has pulsed with a fire that had me licking my lips to relieve them of their dry horizons. Heather Autumn Harrell, Santa Fe, NM Yoga teacher, freelance writer and a poet.
Flames feed on flesh and breath rise, strain, arch, release, soar plumes reaching for the divine.
Burn singe, sear, melt away that which keeps apart what gods have put to gather. She has been a yoga student for 20 years. She lives in Venice, CA, on the Pacific Ocean, with a huge cat and a royal python.