Since when did
I start paying any attention
To incense sticks, Krishna?
I don't remember being awed
At the wisp of incense
Ever before.
And then
Immediately
You answered.
Dwelling in my textbooks
In a world created by humans
A façade so superstitious,
I almost forgot
To look at the world of the divine.
The earth you so lovingly sustain
The world that is your creation
Is fading away, Krishna.
And it is only us who shall be blamed.
We created one of our own
And we forgot the one that existed
Before time
And will exist
Beyond time.
There is timelessness in your creation.
Ours is just
Superstitious.
It is
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
I would like to be incense, Krishna.
I could be ignited
And I'd merge as one
With the creation of the divine.
Thank God
I paid attention
And stared, awed
At a lit incense stick.
Thank God,
Quite literally.
I have risen with the truth in my bosom.
The incense stick was burning at your feet, after all.
CZYTASZ
Radha's Krishna
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