Poetry Tuesday: Wood and Fire

Here’s a poem from Khuong Viet, who lived in Vietnam around 1000 years ago. . .

Deep inside wood sleeps primal fire
Set free, it kindles back to life
If there’s no fire locked up in wood,
where does a tinder’s spark come from?

;o)

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