The Smell Of Frankincense, Myrrh & Copal Resin

Light the coals
bathe in the rising plume
the cleansing plume

First the copal resin for love and purification
Let it circulate through the rooms
I walk through the rooms

Salt is life
Here is life
Sacred and new
Without strife

Cleanse
push away
and invite the spirits to gather

At 30,000 feet the earth
looks like soft geometries
and placid communities
of bohemians with a penchant for math

No wonder God has not intervened

Then I add the Myrrh
the frankincense
the cloud rises
over me
envelopes me
I look into the plume
I see the time when
we thought about civil stone cottages
and the fields were plentiful
I see the mule straining under the weight
of the whip
I see the strong, tired man
the loving sacred wife
everyday
this was life

I remember the buried prophet in the furrows
Waiting for the curious
Life made more sense
It contained more mystery
That's where my mind resides
It's where I find moments that
allow you to drift to the otherside

This is what I strive for.
The intangible
the pure circumstance
the majick
the lust of life
the pure thought dream

I wake from that dream and
there was a life lead there
visions and realities no less
more certain than the one I hold
as we speak