Conjuring up peaceful memories
As the lone stick slowly burns
What delicate scents fill the air
Taking the mind to other places
The wisps of smoke slowly rising
Carried by the subtle currents
The slightest movements, signaling a new direction
The clouds of scent gather like a fragrant blanket
Then stretching into wispy webs of cloudy whiteness
Disappearing as the final silken threads become invisible
Soon the fragrances permeate the senses
The now invisible mist carrying its subtle messages
The stick of incense slowly consumes itself into ash
Leaving delicate impressions upon our memory
We too like the incense are consumed by life
Our actions touching the known and the unknown
May our personal scents be of cherry blossoms, autumn,
And the eternal.