Tribe and Fire ..

Something ancient that has left our conscious spirit, buried under the frozen pizza in my freezer. Where can I find it again and what would they say if they could see me now and how I have surrendered everything that was once fierce and noble. I could never face my tribe in the condition I have made of myself. I am comfortable and soft like all that surrounds me.
We will meet again at the counsel fire,, when I am done with this teepee living and my bones bleached in the burning sun.
For now, we dance around the bon fire.