5: 88: The Firepit

Excerpt 88 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
   -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My Love, how the youthful heart is like an
   empty firepit...
It waits for winter to be filled with fuel to be burned
   so it can warm those who draw near...
How its potential is held in heavy and dark stones
   that lay still and cold...
How its emptiness is only filled with air and dust...
How it only can find productivity in use and it needs
   others to fill it with that potential...
When it is filled with the wrong contents it loses
   its combustibility and strength...
It needs the correct fuel to be lit afire and
   given purpose in warming the air...
It needs inspiration and a spark along with
   that fuel and it must not be too damp...
It must be tended as well to stay alight and
   not burn out of control...
It needs balance and must be continually fed...
In time it grows stronger as it fills with spent
   ashes that collect and infiltrate the soil...
That ash is the fuel that plant life needs
   to grow; what purpose...
Yet its youth is temporary and passing with
   each season...
Its purpose changes with each of lifes storms...
The ground dampens and must then dry in
   the hot sun to be of use again...
Each time this happens there are alterations
   made that cannot be reversed...
Though the stones blacken, they never degrade...
Like the human heart they are eternal...
Yet they can wear spent ash like a cloak that
   weighs them down and hides their characteristics...
My Love, we wear lifes cloak in our struggle
   to find each other and it is heavy to bear...
But I will remove yours and you will remove mine,
   for only each of us knows how to do this for
   each other...
Like a lock and key it will make sense when
   engaged...
We will see that we consist of the same type of
   granite under the ash and were quarried from
   the same place...
A place of eternal and infinite love...