The Ember of Knowing

The ember inside,
To the breezes of fate.

At once red,
Other times grey ashes
Turning and re-tuning
Our senses.

Some times
spilling its intentions to
The clutches of time yet unyielding
Other hours, quiet,
Cast into the rush of stranger’s time.

The ember’s glow
Beholden to a friendly breath,
Of love
As the myriads flow, to overcome their tongue-tied selves
In the face of its wholesomeness,
Ever dreamlessly.

Beautifully weak, we must walk…
Drawing that breath, immeasurable
Our ember knows

There the world grows, tenfold
In the smile of a face familiar,
Where we revel
In the truest sense.


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