Those of fire move about the earth with inspiration and purpose. They are creative, and can consume and be consumed by their desires [...] My father-… - Joy Harjo

Those of fire move about the earth with inspiration and purpose. They are creative, and can consume and be consumed by their desires (p25)

These are the ones who escape
after the last hurt is turned inward;
they are the most dangerous ones.

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
You have gutted me, but I gave you the knife.
You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

I take myself back, fear.
You are not my shadow any longer,
I won't hold you in my hands.
You can't live in my eyes, my ears, my voice, my belly, or in my heart my heart
my heart my heart

But come here, fear
I am alive and you are so afraid
of dying.

You cannot legislate music to lockstep nor can you legislate
the spirit of the music to stop at political boundaries-

-Or poetry, or art, or anything that is of value or matters in
this world, and the next worlds.

This is about getting to know each other