burns my feet
The market, hot sand forming dunes in the wind, shimmers with radiant heat. Touch the market and it may burn you, leaving blisters in its wake, so you remember its flame. The market may turn your money into ashes, blown down the road in the wind.
Road of Ashes
Walking the road of ashes, breaking apart under your shoes with each step, stains both the sole and your soul. The physical world pierces the spiritual world, causing the soul to bleed. The red rose rises through the black ashes.
The birth of a new trading worldview occurs through your wounds, suffering revealing meaning. Meaning rolls in on the cool ocean waves, soothing the pain, cooling the enflamed soul. Wounds are windows to the inner, spiritual world, allowing the light in, so the soul can bloom. Trade with soul.
Photo Credit: Photo by Kjersti Jorgensen