Flame Vessel

Hestia alight,candle's wick an arteryanchoring these prayersbeyond the raging ocean,its form embering hollowlike slow-cooked stew meatwhose veins once pumped a cow's blood.Feeding life through fleeting life:each, devoured, transforms.

A January Morning

As the sky pales amber and pink,winter cold against windows,the horizon hungers. Soon, hovering —the faintest brush of burning day.I stretch up, unfurling in asana,sun shimmering joyous above rooftops,my eyes closed, heavy with light,a gift for Sunna, Sulis, and Helios —this rhythm, alive with blessings,my breath a channel chasing luminescence,a triad finishing in watchful stillness,the … Continue reading A January Morning