Sunday, August 23, 2009


Oh, let me be a stick of incense,
On fire with devotion.
May my form be burned to ash
To unleash the essence of my sweetness.
It lingers to the senses
And fills the ethers with a promise.
It holds the mysteries
Of what is no longer visible
Yet ever present,
Ever sacred.
My life is such a wand
Of magic manifest.
This is my offering,
A life well lived,
A song that lingers on a wisp of breath.
When all is said and done,
I can ask no more than this.

Prema Rose

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