Thursday, January 17, 2013

Tinder

The scent of fresh still-kindling tinder
Emitting a reddish-hue next to the gray ash
That nearly extinguished in every fire’s greatest point of emergency
Its impetus 

The man pressing striated grass-blades against hallowed-bamboo
With motion and the spark of science and will
What is possible pours out from apparent nothingness into now
Yet existence is not permeating out of the beyond, but 

Processing transmutation of forms through the ethereal
Into the active like a planted seed in soil and all befuddling
Manifestations of life, the tempered-energy is evolving
Into the precious burn of potential into kinetic  

Breathing in an out, patient for the reverberating-glow

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