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A poem by Luna Jaffe

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I anoint my face,

a face newly etched by rivers

running from heart to eye to empty lap,

with oil infused with myrrh & cypress,

a potion from ancient times

to soothe and comfort the ache

of being human.

In the dark quietude

of dawn I sit,

wrapped in a scented shawl

blessed by a Tibetan nun.

It is all I can do

to breath in

and breathe out

inhale and exhale,

noting that still

I go on.

There are seven candles

flames gently dancing.

Alive,

These flames are alive.

Can’t you see?

There is no such thing as

a flame without a flicker

without a spark

without a light.

Dec 30, 2020

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