This week a poem by Neruda, translated by David Whyte - a double whammy of poetic greatness.
...And something ignited in my soul,
fever or unremembered wings,
and I went my own way,
that burning fire
and I wrote the first bare line,
bare, without substance, pure
of one who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
*this is a photograph (source unknown) of Horsetail Falls in Yosemite where every February,
the sun hits just so it looks like it's full of fire.