This poem was inspired by an incense. The plant mass of burning ash I often light when writing indoors. Older than a candle and spread east to west, this smoky device has been used in spiritual ceremonies, in tribal rites, to commemorate the deceased and to clear the surroundings of bad spirits. Today it is more widely spread in the western meditation practice, in more intimate yoga studios, in wholesome tea rooms that I love to ground myself in, but the more in the zeitgeist concept stores I come by, the more incenses I find. Its scent thickens the atmosphere with grounding presence.

teatimeincense burner


Sage dilates my nostrils burning flesh to ashes

 penetrates me viscerally, 

  cheeks swell like a blushing cherry,

  the smoking air strong pulls the lace

 around my breasts for the lungs to embrace

the longing heart’s shivering body of nerves


        this oxygen-bound, dried mist of a blaze

travels through my aching body filled with life

reminding me to cede all useless strife

by breath alone come out of the maze

you were caught in weak like a mice

lost in the vain mind throwing dice

Oh, this delicate life seeming at ease

dependent on timely contraction and release

on what goes in and what comes out as I float

above I see clear, it’s joy that makes it count!


The shape of this poem is intentionally mimicking the fuming incense first from the left and further down from its right side border.

incense burner incense burner

My use the incense  is purely practical. The smoke relaxes me, it helps me to focus, it eases any lingering anxiety, plus it smells so nice. While I have never inhaled a draw from a cigarette (it just smells terrible, how could I?), I shared some bonding rounds of scented hookah lounging on divans from Abu Dhabi, through Istanbul, Marrakech to London. My one and only puff of marijuana concluded in ceaseless raptures of irrational laughter I puzzlingly did not enjoy. The fake effect of joy from it put me off.

The only smoke I truly relish is that of the 6000 years old ceremonial tool that was the very first fragrant material used by humans. The ancient Chinese and the Egyptians burned plants to induce the specific smell bound in them. It is like liberating the aroma’s spirit dwelling inside. I spent much of my 20s living in Asia where burning incense accompanied many of my adventures. In the Buddhist temples on the Kumano Kodo in Japan, the stupas scattered around the bustling Bangkok, the tranquil Luang Prabang, the hindu divinities shrines in Nepal and India, taoist edifices around Hong Kong, Shanghai and Taipei. The Japanese refined the ritualistic incense ceremony into kōdō that similarly to tea ceremony chadō induces the zen tranquility of the mind. Recently, I was drown to the Earth element made of vetiver, cypress and patchouli stirred in the area of an ancient rainforest in Guatemala of the Nippon Kodo incense maker that has been in business in Tokyo since 1575. The infatuation with incense has never ceased to work on us.

From the lonely mountain chapels to the urban hustle, the incense scent’s omnipresence fills me with calm, an indescribable energy that works its magic anywhere, one does not need to burn it in a dedicated sacred place but anywhere – from your bathroom to your desk.

I learned in an interview with a contemporary LA-based young artist that I am not a lone goose in this incense sway. Some use it while painting, others when taking their meditative break or sipping tea to keep their spirits high in the creation unique to their own kind.

incense ceremony in ThailandMayan incense burner

An incense does not have to be shaped into a stick. Bound or ground dried plants like holy basil and sage packs or even resinous materials like the oliban of the boswellia tree family found in Northern Africa are used for scent releasing by burning. Any decent Arabic market sells them, I bought my first such incense in Marrakech. One needs a coin-shaped charcoal and a lidded censer pierced with openings for the smoke to come out and to burn it safely. The last tool I only got recently. While traveling from Northern Italy through the mountain pass into the Swiss Engadine, we stopped at since 1983 UNESCO protected with century convent dedicated to St.John, where next to jams, digestive liquors and cookies made by nuns, herbal tisanes, they also sold packets of blended incense. Their Paradise mix intrigued me so I grabbed it together with a gold-leaf censer small enough for travelling and ease to put on an even surface anywhere. Our wintery month-long mountain stay smelled divine.

At the Met on Manhattan I saw quite some artwork of incense burners. The bronze sculpture were inspired by animals like a bull and cat. Imagine the fumes coming off their eyes and nostrils!

Fragrant incense sticksOrthodox Churchincense burner

Large, suspended from the ceiling or handheld censers are still being used during religious ceremonies. In the West from orthodox churches, mosques to catholic cathedrals, they penetrated into the everyday presence in Mexico as their scent accompanies the soul to a reflective realm necessary for our wellness. We need the spiritual in life, it does not have to be religious, but it must be present to comfort us in the turmoil that existence is.