Sonnet 33 'sometimes, a Slow Fire Burns Inside of Me'

Sometimes, a slow fire burns inside of me, And eats away at all the good I’ve done. The Spark Divine’s across the Nether Sea*, And of the blunt and broken, I am one. I would my heart could smite smoke like a sword, And burn a fiery streak across the bay. I’ve gathered all my Love into the Word, And said one tenth of what I have to say… I calm my teeth, now, for they’d clench and grind, While I tend still, unworthy fires here. I cannot know the Nature of that Mind That sows its seeds among the soils of fear… But, now, Your coming spreads snow on the fire, And cools my brow with flakes, freezes my ire. * the Sea of Samsara, the Sea of Suffering. Also, the emotional plane.