Day by day I could feel myself grow more intense like the Sun, <br />A luminosity that illumines within soul, <br />and my thoughts are made whole <br />like pointed rays, <br />burning issues with new radiance. <br />And now I dance the sundance around a pyre, <br />like a Cherokee Indian on fire, <br />calling down the heavens <br />with a signal of smoke, <br />releasing the burdens of this world-my yoke.<br /><br />mark anthony st. rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-s-on-fire/
