Sort of a part 2 to "Rosewater" from 2012

Rosewater and Smoke

Swirling clouds of smoke flowing to and over us
through us
rising in slow whirls and tendrils

The scent of smokey burning and spicy warmth
through my nostrils and down into me

permeating and mixing with

memories of light
floral scents

This power inhabiting my soul
vibrating through me

Where to let it flow?

Written Sept 29, 2019
Harper Mountain

Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-10-18 at 04:36

Tags Spiritual  Faith  Tradition 

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