The power it holds -
A quiet surrender
Fragrance slips into corners
Ash dispersed

I reminisce a time
This stick belonged to -
Serotonin rising
The mind unfogged!

I learn from it:
Relinquishing reason
I dwell in the Known
Blossoms all around!

They call me back
Bending to their wishes
Understand they barely
How my mind switches!

I walk on solid ground,
Though they surround me
Stressful as it may be
that is not how I see!

A quiet surrender -
Ash - my silent foe
They think I am alike
That is all they get to know!