Where I Pitch My Tent

Summary

Where I Pitch My Tent is a cosmic meditation on passion, resilience, and belonging—where fire, stars, and spirit converge into a timeless home.

Where I Pitch My Tent. I pitch my tent where the universe is never still. Fiery stars burn with unyielding heat. Yet within these walls, comfort gathers. Warmth softens even the fiercest blaze.

Here, passion flows like rivers of light, and the concave of glory holds its secret assembly. Galaxies spin with fervor, their momentum echoing the pulse within.

I pitch my tent where only the daring tread. The exhausted have fallen there. The debris of the bold marks the ground. Yet I stay unafraid— for in this unconquered territory, the meek rise in strength, and the strong are swept away.

Here, fire consumes without restraint, scorching every false intent, igniting every hidden purpose. Exploding stars dissolve into grateful sound. A quiet roar spills from the tent’s door. It frightens birds into flight. Mosquitoes are sent to seek another feast.

I pitch my tent in volatile perfection. I settle in a climate as restless as change. The heat comforts as much as it consumes. Here, no politics divide, no agenda binds— only a body that serves every purpose.

This is where I dwell. It is a habitat where energy never dies. The sun rises in every direction here. Life reveals its full beauty.

This is where I pitch my tent. This is where I call home.

Likewise:

I pitch my tent where stars burn endless,

where galaxies spin with fervor,

and heat is no enemy but a balm.

Here, the meek find strength,

the strong are swept away,

and passion blazes without restraint.

Exploding stars dissolve into grateful sound—

a quiet roar at the tent’s door,

sending birds to flight,

mosquitoes to seek another feast.

I pitch my tent in volatile perfection,

where change is the only climate,

and the sun rises in every direction.

This is my sanctuary,

my unconquered territory,

my home in the eternal motion of the universe.