I found this poem last year after I came home from Fires Rising. It's so perfectly appropriate for how I feel. And considering how hot it was this time at Four Quarters (burning sun and heat in the 90s every day!), even the lines I didn't understand last year (the midle ones) suddenly make a lot more sense... Without further ado:

BONFIRE AT MIDNIGHT

A shout comes out of my room
where I've been cooped up.
After all my lust and dead living I can still live with you.
You want me to.
You fix and bring me food.
You forget the way I've been.

The ocean moves and surges in the heat
of the middle of the day,
in the heat of this thought I'm having.
Why aren't all human resistances burning up with this thought?

It's a drum and arms waving.
It's a bonfire at midnight on the top edge of a hill,
this meeting again with you.

(Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks)