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October 03, 2006

flame

a flame touches the tip of the rope
tibetian rope
the fire leaps from match to rope
scented rope
bright it burns, bright as hope
rope and fire as one
then wanes the flame
an ember now the tip of rope
from the twists of rope
a sweet tang dances
freed by the hunger of the flame

the smoke endures forever
a memory of the burning
ever in the air
unbound from binding rope
by flame

forever fire is the same
and flame forever fitful

time can never touch the smoke
nor fire taint the scent

two strands of rope we were
two strands burned as one and now
our scent is liberated
to saturate and sweeten
all that can be named

posted by matthew at 09:08 AM

posted by: Dalai Lama on October 3, 2006 11:10 PM