Ember and ash, that is left of everything you knew,
Burning faster with anger, as the winds blew.
It burned up the tears, and the joy and the sorrows,
All emotions, even the deepest ones hidden in burrows.
The ego, and the grudges and the red book that held them,
It ate up all, including your pride and the little game.
It killed what is left of you, good and evil, and otherwise,
It is the genesis, and it seeds the phoenixes to rise.
And when everyone thought it was all but over,
A new life germinated, tearing up the ashened cover.
It left everything that was left behind, burning,
Beginning of the end, and a whole new beginning.
A new you, in new surroundings with new desire,
It kills, but facilitates new beginnings, the Fire.
The poem was penned by me, and looks at the end of things from the perspective of beginning of new things.
In frame: The holy fire during a ritual. I shot this frame using my 35mm Canon FTb QL manual film SLR on an Ilford HP5 Plus 400. This is the first frame from Project 35.
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