Incense

I’m not sure who you think I am
But I know who you are.

The lights of the night stir in you
Desires of which you are unfamiliar

You are searching with your eyes closed
It is me who has blinded you.
It is me who has stopped your ears from hearing.
It is me who is both present and absent to you

Take me in through the smoke
Smoke of the fire I am lighting in you

Take me in through the sweetness of your burning incense
Sweetness I am fanning in you

The old ways will not help you now
The old ways frustrate your senses

Behold the new thing I do in you
So new you barely perceive it
A whisper of your name in the quiet night
The faint glimmer of the moon in your eye
The familiar shadow of a dream that refuses to be shaken when day dawns

Do not look to your past
Do not be hindered by present
Look not to those who surround you
Do
Not
Look

Inhale me
Breathe me
Smell me
As a fragrance which brings you to tears
As the living, moving, flowing waters

Unable to be determined
Or examined
Or temporal

Known.
Experienced.
Real as the winds which blow through you
True as the smoke which winds round your fingers
Reaching upwards

Be as the wind
The waters
The smoke
Be as a fragrance
Wafting in and out of lives
Planting memories of eternity
That will haunt
When under large skies
That will remind of home
That will reveal me

I’m not sure who you think you are
But I know who I AM.