CINQUAIN #28

Placing resin

Into mortar and pestle

I grind in ritual to reconnect

With my soul lost in the windy day

I hope

As I

Light the disc of

Charcoal, blowing on it gently for

My feet to touch the ground this evening.

I drop

Burning heat

Into the thurible covered

In slivers of moonlight windows for

Smoke to escape through when in celestial night.

No cloud

Curtains the

Sky as I and

The Moon swing in our dance

Rose, Gold Copal, Myrrh and Frankincense drifting notes

Around us

Messenges to

My heart inhaling honesty

Make so truths between the satellite,

My dreams, and greater good to hold together

Lessons learned.