Rosemary and myrrh
in the pestle,
rose petals, frankincense.

Crushing bits down
to size. Blowing
dried pieces of fragrance–
ideas into the wind.

Rejecting and accepting,
taking nothing at
face value, diving deep
below the rubble, tasting, spitting out,
‘knowing that I know nothing,’
knowing that I am but a remnant of all
that have crossed my path because
as the muse, Vincent, once said, I’m
“a song I’ve felt since before time.”

We are all bound by consciousness–
stretched beyond the atmosphere,
in orbit, old souls–all souls–meeting again
in different forms.

Originally jotted down June 17, 2012
Vincent’s quote added September 15, 2012