Sitting in meditation,
And observing the embers of thoughts
Still red,
Freshly excited by the winds,
Those that light easily.
Then burn up and disappear
Unless we replace the last bit of ember with a sliver of new piece and that when it goes out,
It lights up the next piece of coal.
On the Barbecue of Thoughts,
Sometimes I cook,
For an eternity.
Notes & Silence 