The smoke of burning oudwood rising toward the heavens amid embers of green cardamon, singed vanilla pods, black tea, tonka, and incense resins.

 I heard the spring wind whisper
  Above the brushwood fire,
  "The world is made forever
  Of transport and desire.
  "I am the breath of being,
  The primal urge of things;
  I am the whirl of star dust,
  I am the lift of wings.
  "I am the splendid impulse
 That comes before the thought,
 The joy and exaltation
 Wherein the life is caught.

 "Across the sleeping furrows
 I call the buried seed,
 And blade and bud and blossom
 Awaken at my need.

 "Within the dying ashes
 I blow the sacred spark,
 And make the hearts of lovers
 To leap against the dark."

- Bliss Carman

Art: Psyche Opening the Golden Box by J.W. Waterhouse, 1903 (cropped)