The soul of all existence
carried on the sound
of thick spring rain
kissing
the forest leaves
comes through
the small opening
of my window
The candle
silently echoing
the luminescence that becomes
what
I am
each moment
For a brief eternity
there is nothing
but wonder and gratitude
tasting the delicacies
of unknowingness
taking the shape of a body
where
I used to be
Eventually
the incense stick
is silently snuffed out
by the packed ash
that held it so gently
for a time