I am present to this moment. The sound of the flames, wind running through them. The smell of the oil as it burns. The way the heat is near: present danger, held close.
I know my place. Calm, listening to the sound of my own heart beating, feeling the energy moving through me.
I'm ready to move.
Finding the rhythm within: a glowing not wholly unlike this fire that surrounds me. Circling a dance of breath and flame, moving the hoop faster.
Every exhale a release.
I feel as though a spark has been lit.
I could stay here forever, dancing in the middle of the night, being watched by friends, meditating in this moment. No fear or insecurity, no conscious responsibility to be a certain way, no distractions.
I am simple elemental movement. I am my own flame.