Camp Fire 

Aloha, gentle flower. Ho-oponopono

I come from a time forgotten, for there is no written history to describe the memory within my cells,

like gleaming white lighting upon a scorching hot sun.

Lore can only begin to describe the essence of these feelings longed to live.

I live for the Nelwin, might in light, silent and gentle, fragile to whom know us and invisible tale to whom doubt.  

We are not alone, and I speak in good feeling for all living light

to once again hold presence in communion, reverence for each essence purpose as we live life.

"To live for connection with higher self, and connection with all living life, do no harm as not to interfere and to see others in this flight 

Perhaps you shall hear my voice in evening

sound a story upon flame and darkness,

golden delight, lights glory sparks and sparkles this night"

Within an icy void, stone cold deep

Radiant heat, true love's hearth within

chiseled and kindled, did not deplete.  

Passion, a red flower, sacred fire to caress and tame.

Mana, a soul, a flame. 

I Lava You :) 

For my ancestors & the Volcano’s 

Time for renewal, the regeneration of life...

Olm Gian Dharam