Almost Composed

Meditation and curiosity


March 4, 2017

Stir the curry pot

warming on the stove

while passing to get wood.

Torch in hand, stars are familiar.

Arms full, into the warm.

Building the fire, small bits first,

a mite crawls on kindling.

Lift one piece out.

Everything’s already burning.

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