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Conflagration
I am only the wood,
and you are everything else.
You are the air that feeds the fire and the wind that stokes it.
You are the combustion, the opening and the process that unites the air and wood.
You are the light and the heat.
You are the Agni, the disintegrator, transforming just wood into the divine.
We are a conflagration...How warm can we be?
and you are everything else.
You are the air that feeds the fire and the wind that stokes it.
You are the combustion, the opening and the process that unites the air and wood.
You are the light and the heat.
You are the Agni, the disintegrator, transforming just wood into the divine.
We are a conflagration...How warm can we be?
Published 21st Sep 2024
Author's Note
It is nice to feel this kind of inspiration from time to time. :)
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21st Sep 2024 12:07pm
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21st Sep 2024 1:13pm
21st Sep 2024 1:53pm
This one is deep - love the use of Agni.
Had to look up Conflagration though, what an amazing word and perfect title.
Had to look up Conflagration though, what an amazing word and perfect title.
21st Sep 2024 2:04pm
much appreciation. Poetry is a creative force...Agni is destructive...both are transformative. That's the universe! Simultaneously birthing and destroying itself.
