the tao of incense

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the smoke streams up from the tiny red-hot tip of the incense stick
it swirls, dances, languishes, rises, traces curious calligraphy in the air
it blesses the space it swims within with perfume
it flows with the air movements and resists nothing
and when that burning ember has done its time
the smoke simply disappears into its source:
the sacred space that kept the ember alive

the perfume lingers …

this is a Life story

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