The Gateway Love

Once again I sit in front of the roaring kiln, alone, quiet, 4am.  I can become lost in this journey of joy, of fire and coffee and The Ancient Text, the mystery of beauty being made without any part for me to play.  The fire and unknown have the work now and all I can do is wait and wonder.  The lostness comes in this, for why am I here?  Why have I found myself sitting in front of boxes of roaring cosmic elements and working in art studios and building upon the earth to outlive the crust?  Why?  Because something was born in me that I have no explanation for, a burden for all others, a desire to pull them under The Great Protection, to guide them along The Way and art seems to be the commonality that lights the camp from above—art seems to be the gateway love to The Love, the gateway love that draws us to The Real Fire Light.