Smoke
Form is illusion.
Ask any monk. Ask any moth.
Ask anybody who’s lost
what they thought defined them.
Form is built
from the outside in.
Lose your legs.
You are not your legs.
Lose your job.
You are not your job.
Lose your love.
Take fire,
for instance.
Take all that carbon
and snap those bonds.
Freed of form,
it turns pure energy. Heat.
Turns an oak into a torch,
into a column of smoke;
after all that wood, all those leaves,
all that living, you’d be hard-pressed
to tell its ashes
from the squirrel’s.
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Categories: Transformation
This is wonderful. The voice in this is a refreshing, a real achievement.
I’m with Nathan. Good stuff.
Deep, spiritual … gives voice to something I’ve been pondering a lot myself. Thx.
Thank you for this.
It’s a reminder I needed.
Beautiful words kate.