Compassion

The thick smoke of your incense
wafting fragrant circles across this silent room,
as it merges with the flame from my candle
to dance into the starlit skyline as one.

You sing softly your mantras
praying for all of the world’s sadness.

A deep inhalation,
you draw the transgressions of humanity,
into the center of your tranquility,
cleansing it in your tenderness.

A deep exhalation,
you release your light
back into the thoughts and heartaches
of the broken-backed, weary wanderers
who travel this earth,
bound in the essence of yesterday.


by footprints
posted on 01/05/2008

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