Into the fire
The feeling when I smudge is of coming back to myself.
The smoke, rises.
It carries away my pain.
Takes it back from me.
It was not mine to begin with.
As I swipe it over my body, it washes me clean again.
It restores me to my natural state. A state of well being.
It purifies my spirit so I can leave behind the heaviness that tries to hang on me.
It returns me to myself.
Under it's spell, I become "ME" again.
Enveloped in it's white swirls, I merge and am one with god and all of creation.
My illusion of separateness dissipates with the smoke.
I am reminded again of who I am and who I am not.
All my relations.