By Johnson Yazzie

Love is ancient. Love is origination. Love is powerful. Love is beautiful. Love is annoying.

A flame beamed out of the darkness. At first, it was boundless. It was careless. It zoomed around in the darkness of the universe in the direction of eternity.

On the way to eternity, it stopped when it met serenity. There it soaked in the concept of time. And then it never moved from the space.

This holy flame became a star that appeared beyond the realm of heaven. As it rested in the arms of time, the bright flame star faced the future and felt the pull of a mysterious gravity. The star’s flame cooled as it transformed into a sphere that came to life in the kingdom of eternity. From the depths of the sphere a feeling sparked that was the consciousness of a god.

And then, a choice sparked! The flame-star-sphere became empowered. She found her voice and proved to all heavenly authorities before, behind, below, and above that she was capable of surviving on her own. She knew her sphere contained the foundations of all life’s elements thanks to god consciousness.

Around her foundation the blue atmosphere continued to evolve out of its darkness.

She watched but didn’t surrender her powers. Her body hid them and protected them. The yellow color of her temperature lit the way into the white world. The defensive weapons she carried surfaced in the green of herbs and weeds, bushes and trees. In her atmosphere, she blazed lightening and roared thunder. Those sounds were her evolution language.

Sphere’s awareness kept evolving and expanding until the unexplainable happened. A flash of lightening burst out of a cloud and struck a tree for the first time. Before that happened, the evolution’s language said the tree was needed and could not be damaged.

A law of tradition formed around the burning tree. Not a single creature could go near it because it represented harm.

But one day, a determined woman overstepped this cultural boundary and touched the burned and still burning tree. She collected a piece of it and took it back to her home. She felt that she didn’t have a choice in the situation because her family mattered, and they needed fire. She believed fire was the answer to their survival.

Some people now believe that there are things in the world far better, more comforting, loving, and graceful than their mother’s love of fire.

A mother’s love is felt in the fire at home. This is where teaching of truth begins. Yes, this kind of true love can be annoying because it requires choice. But what can be done? Choice takes you back where your life—and all life—started.

It is in the eye.

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Born on the Navajo Nation in Pinon, Arizona, Johnson Yazzie’s interest in creation began in childhood and led to a lifelong career in fine art as a painter, bronze sculptor, and illustrator.  The Navajo word hózhó means balance, harmony, beauty.  It is the word by which he lives.