Life, It billows.

Light the incense, sit.
Rituals we live by.
Chaos is life waiting to be tamed, embraced.
Amor Fati
I do not love it all but in every moment, I love.
I am not grateful for everything that transpires, but in every moment, I give thanks. 

It's all fodder, clay.
Smoke.
Billowing.
What new thing could there be?
Under this Sun, all things are written on water.
Boiling, rolling, flowing.
Bank only on the moment, for it is the only Infinite thing that there always is.

Sit.
Watch the smoke
Billow.
Give Thanks.