Superpower

I wish I had a superpower. Not many, just one.

I wish I could pile up the trillions of smouldering embers that inhabit every speck of my being, into a raging fire.

At will.

I am sure this brings up visions of super-villains that seek to avenge, to burn down everyone who wronged them, and demand respect by fear.

That is not my goal.

If I could manifest the ignition of everything I am made of, I would, to begin with, warm up every heart. Thaw out the coldness of a greeting, the icy, almost glacial ways of social media, and the frigid emotions of sceptical, ambivalent relationships.

I would go about burning down every irrationality, every fear, and every mangled and knotted rope of a cynical past.

I would, if I had this superpower, spread like a wildfire, and extinguish the jungles of hate and intolerance so that a fresh crop of love could bloom.

As I close my eyes and meditate with long, purposeful breaths, I feel the embers stirring and assimilating. They surge from the open mind across the wide plains of the heart, through the generous lungs and down to eager feet.

I am ready to take the first step.