“Blaze” In the tender folds of smoke, I discover an unvoiced lineage, a whisper passed through generations, etched in the soft ash of memory. Here, in the sacred burn of herbs, my solitude finds company. Each inhale, a chant, each exhale, a lore spun from lung to air— history's unseen hand guiding the dance. I blaze because the world is sharp, and the smoke rounds its edges, makes them soft as the first light of dawn that strokes the darkest corners of thought. I blaze for the ancestors who knew the earth’s secrets—how to heal, how to hold, how to harbor peace like the steady flame cradled in my palms. I blaze because in this smoke, I am more than my flesh, I am spirit— floating free from the tethers of daily battles, a floating note in the symphony of existence. I blaze because it is resistance— to claim joy in a realm that feeds on sorrow, to find clarity where fog is manufactured, to assert the self where selves are denied. In this plume, I am not running, I am arriving— where truth sits with me, tenderly, and we speak without words, a silent communion of smoke and soul. I blaze because here, I find the poetry of living, and each puff pens a line in the manifesto of my being. So let the smoke rise, let it declare: Here lives a force, unbounded and clear, rising like the phoenix, reborn in the embers of its own fearless fire. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #Culture #420day
@EJinAction “It IS resistance to claim joy,” so every minute of every day I/we claim that, because the best revenge against hate and malice is to live the gloriously free life that is our birthright.
@EJinAction Got jazz vibes from this piece
@EJinAction "...for the ancestors who knew the earth’s secrets" Indeed!