Burning Man

that night when we

circled the bonfire

we sung our hearts

and somehow we all

knew the words,

a collective meditation

our breath was together,

as one.

we knew that everything

we built here will burn

to ashes, but we built it

anyways, the fire licking the

wooden boards which someone

hammered, nail by nail,

even the carpenter knew

that it was impermanent and

that’s what made it beautiful,

a brilliant spiderweb built

just before the rain.

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