At the heart of the world
an altar pulsing light,
crucibles of fire
where the stories of Earth
rise with fragrant incense
into streams of compassion,
nourished by a single life
and all its mystery.
At the heart of the world
an altar pulsing light,
crucibles of fire
where the stories of Earth
rise with fragrant incense
into streams of compassion,
nourished by a single life
and all its mystery.
At this time of my life I feel drawn to the underlying purpose of existence. Your images describe it beautifully…and broaden my reflections. Thank you.
I like this one very much!!
Sweet imagery… I can smell the crucibles sending their incense throughout my life.
I’m touched as the core of each of us beats like the heart of the world, One within that which propels all. What I notice about your poems is that they and certainly this one inspire me to really look and feel what it means to me and my relationship to the Divine. Thanks