lit and then forgotten
and framed in light.
lover of flame
collector of devotion’s inevitable residue
let me name you now:
you are carpenter without stool
cultivator who goes hungry
writer robbed of words
mechanic without a car
voter without representation
a memory erased from the hard disk of surviving,
property-less householder
whose burning is celebrated
with hand-clasp and prayer
disposable and disposed thread
propped by the perishable
and yet alas
survivor,
how much like us
in this sansara.
[Inspired by the photography of Hiranya Malwatta]
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