Heats On

'Cheemah, Mother of the Spirit-Fire' statue in Jack London Square.

Oakland, California.

Heats On

9/20/11

Back home to hot Indian Summer

that's different from cool Finnish days

I'm reminded simmering weather adds difficulty

when wanting to work on writing,

land, projects needing clear brisk thinking,

especially around concepts aiming new approach

toward myriad incompletions which stand alongside

opportunity strewn path promising grand future,

these 'yet to be done' eddies

act like innumerable swirling black holes

threatening to usurp energy for creating

surprising reality imagination only hints at,

where original ideas can inspire passionate

direct action empowered by clear heart

generating impetuous fire burning away inertly

old habitual behaviors seeming so insurmountable,

this calls for discipline yet unborn

only hoped for possibility to embody

by throwing no longer formidable impediments

into cauldron bubbling with molten Potential

which begins tempering, becoming Excalibur Sword,

or Thor's Hammer of 'True Self',

strengthened by every defining blow absorbed

within physical dream of scaling mountaintop

as Phoenix Rising from yesterday's ashes,

being the Sun when heats on.