Fragrancing the Buddha
Strike a match—
coo-whik-shhhooh!
Let silence bloom.
Catch a whiff
of sulfur’s pungent
essence. Dopamine.
Ignite the incense.
Can you hear it
smolder? Breathe in
the scent of cinnamon,
sandalwood, benzoin.
Let bliss be.
Settle in.
Lift each vertebrae
and spread your collarbones
until your heart
goes tippy-toes,
can’t wait to fledge,
lets you hold it
and place it, gently
on the altar
at the Buddha’s feet
where incense whorls,
compassion flows,
and consciousness
can’t help but twinkle.
John Whitney Steele is a psychologist, yoga teacher, assistant editor of Think: A Journal of Poetry, Fiction and Essays, and graduate of the MFA Poetry Program at Western Colorado University. A Pushcart Prize nominee, his poems have been published widely. His two collections, The Stones Keep Watch, and Shiva’s Dance, were published by Kelsay Books. John lives in Colorado and enjoys hiking in the mountains.
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