Build a hearth
around the embers
of your longing
Adorn the hearth
with dry leaves
and fresh blossoms
The augurs of the hawk bless you.
She cries over a blustery sky.
Blow on the embers gently.
Now it turns to flame.
Circle the flame in stones.
Each stone is a memory
From those who came before.
Fire and stone depend on each other.
The hearth is the wound
whose emptiness teaches love.
So many travelers search for this place.
Staggering drunkenly
mouths full of certainties.
Here, the cities are burning.
Here, the embers flicker and are gone.
Place a stone
as a prayer for the future ones.
Speak one true word.
The world is reborn
in each hearth well-tended.
