Strike a match A small fire blooms Feebly lighting These sacred rooms
Approach the shrine Delicately handle Touch the fire Light the candle
On the altar Its flame at first Begins to falter Then catches as it goes........
Burning and churning Bouncing and flouncing Dancing and prancing Quaking and shaking Glowing and flowing Zooming and fluming Swaying and playing Shimmering and glimmering Flickering and wickering Wiggling and jiggling Glittering and flittering Flowering and towering Brightening and lightening
Then........ Fluttering and sputtering and guttering As a gust from the window Makes the flame go Sparkening then darkening Smoking and choking
The candle's gone out Leaving only a spark Concentration in doubt Rooms swallowed in dark
Meditation mind Gone with the wind
When I meditated at my altar, watching the flame, the poet in me would fasten on two or more words that rhymed to describe its movement. This distracted me from meditating, so I made a poem out of it. That way I could put it away and get back to focusing on meditating.