Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Embers

From the Smallest Embers Rise the Beasts of Fire Like the Phoenix
And the hot ashes from their flapping wings fall on snow-white clouds and plunge the earth into darkness.
From the smallest embers I drew fire to trace your form on the forest floor
And now walls of flame race through the landscape of twigs and thorns
In the roar of this great fire, I hear the laughter of that single ember.

By Nikesh Murali
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  1. Alive on The EdgeFebruary 11, 2009 at 4:11 PM

    I am not sure what it is you are saying in the poem... all I know is that its essence is from a place so deep and pure and it ignites wonders and a spiritual flame in the reader. Me at least! I love the piece.

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