My home is on fire

My home is on fire 

Not the first time, this has happened before , I have lived this before 

Although I haven’t lived anywhere fully, fully rooted into the ground

Only watched life pass by, in a routine that wasn’t mine

I don’t belong anywhere and yet everywhere & yet, I am not home..yet. 


The fire is waking me up 

Waking me up to the beauty and power of the body I call mine 

Waking me up to clear the dust from my eyes and see 

See, feel, sense and remember 


The fire is walking me back 

Walking me back into my cocoon 

Walking me back into my womb 

Into the earth’s hearth 


This fire feels like home 

I melt here, I burn here 

Here, I become everything , a lustrous unbroken stream of fluid gold 

The fire here, transforms 


The fire here asks me to look at myself and to dare find an other, which isn’t me 

I know now who I am 

I know, I move, I see, I rise

I am the fire that builds the worlds 

I am the fire that traverses into the heavens 

I am the fire that binds the heaven and earth 

I am the home, I am the fire 

I am the home on fire

Note: This poem came to life after an Intra-religious Dialogue group session on 02/07/26 where participants from different parts of the world were reflecting on poly crisis  in the world at the moment.