A flower blooms in my room
of my soul and space.

Sweet smells come with the blooms
and ...not only in my room.

My Room is my life but not my space,
My space is all within and without,

So all may experience the sweetness
of the bloom I see and smell.

It permeates my soul and so...
I wish it for yours...as well.

AnneShaamAnsu
Anne Surratt
2007

Post edited by: ShaamAnsu, at: 2007/08/16 03:20

And so I wish it for you as well.

I am an incense burner - I have to repaint soon as a result. But my incense is all designed as prayers, something I mix for the current need, blending spices with spice to say the thing I need offered before the powers that be within.

That is beautiful and brings such a sense of peace.

To the sweet fragrance of your poem
I can only reply in kind;

I'll share a memory of breezy hilltop,
fiddle bow raised, and sweet notes flung with abandon over a fruitful vineyard;

I'd share a jig, a reel, a tune
To liven your spirit and tickle the soles of your feet with a desire to dance.

May your day be blessed,
~mouse