Joan Lansberry
“I am that I am,
I exist,
I roar,
I AM!”
(Roaring loudly!)
Who can behold it and still live?
Who can know the power and remain unchanged?
Can you know it surging within you?
“I am that I am,”
(They stole that phrase from me!)
Going down into terror,
into the fiery furnaces of creation itself,
the anvil, the fire, the tempered steel,
terror awaits those who lack understanding.
This is not a one way exit.
Each departs to his own understanding.
Some carry a bit of the fire with them as they go.
Kissed by the flames,
they are changed and have a secret knowledge.
To their own creation, they may apply such as they are able.
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