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)