Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Fire Matters

Teary-eyed, we still sit at the “hearth”
Smoke never killed, we were always told
With grass as our roof and mud on walls
We live simply, this fire cooks our food

See me, pilgrim, creating fire
(Seen me yet? Well, I am the one in a black coat)
It is a ritual, on bended knee we almost ‘prostrate’
We draw air into our lungs, then
Aim it at the heart of the smoke
Then…then fire
And then we settle to tell each other tales


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this picture.....it looks like one person is singing:)

The Unknowngnome said...

And your tales tell the world.

echoesofthehills said...

Thank you so much Koko Sherry and TUG. You inspire me.

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