A moment on smoke spiraling
From the end of the incense
It spins off
with two to three cyclones
tornadoes of smoke
Within each one, layers of some depth
In the center of one spinning eddy
a tighter wound stream
moving, somehow faster than the rest
spinning , strongly through the fog(1)
The smoke
it dances over the heat of a nearby candle
the heat spins the already twirling vortex
splitting parts of it, still spinning
into a wider hurricane of dispersed but still spinning clouds
they exhibit changing patterns
spirals dancing
and as they spread out further becoming the most beautiful
As the spiral widens
and the smoke drifts apart
there is another percept-able order
just as the last whorls spin off and dissolve into the clear air
light dancing and darting
flickering in the candle
to show you
away
As I relaxed the smoke came to me
and danced in my face
I saw it had a divine spirit
A metaphor for some higher order
An adjustment of focus in the mind
An extent in the hologram
I watched the light dance
and the influence of the smoke
And each other thing
I could perceive
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In the background
a picture of orion
it is a telescopic picture of light reaching out towards me
there is movement in the still image
sliding through often un-noticed