out of the ashes

arise this medium-body of a broken blog from your restful slumber. you have things to do and winds to blow,

Stare through the swirling patterns of smoke into the base of the flame,
the boundary-space between
strange alchemy
in the void where light is born;
time in the ever present still
between emptiness and form
a fertile mirror grows
in communications,
Coalescing constellations
of chaotic spillover
into the felt presence of
NOW.