Incense
Wafting Intention
I light the incense on my altar
Watching the smoke waft
Toward the heavens
I sit cross-legged on the floor
My palms facing upwards
My thumb and forefinger making a circle
And I slide and fall into the darkness
Of my consciousness
Seeking guidance from the Holy Ones
I ask the ancients, the old, wizened ones
“How can we survive?
When we are so broken and lost?”
I plead with them to show me
The Truth
To give me hope
To stand behind me
As I fight the adversity
Of humanity’s ego
That is destroying us
Like a deep malevolent cancer
I light the incense on my altar
Watching the smoke waft
Toward the heavens
- Julie O'Hara 2023
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Amazing!!! Heartbreaking, yet beautiful!!!