this is the passion by Ana Daksina

this is the knowledge

guarded with the suffering silence

of untold generations of plain humble wizards

unrobed, ascetic

free in their bondage

wand’rers of air

the burning liquid rolling in waves through their veins

the burning

of human torches

who have yearned to be free

and who would not be silent

because the words rose up

and spilled forth from their tongues like honey

this is the passion

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