Smoke dances...

Been lighting an agarbati for a few months… the fragrance calming me down and now I associate it with being alone… being happy... so I sat the other morning and just watched the smoke… its simply beautiful… like a dance performance… the smoke spirals up and curves and moves with such grace… leaving behind a thinning trail… twirling and curling… letting the breeze take it where it wishes… and I sat there watched an entire stick burn… unable to take my eyes off it… so much beauty… and the fragrance filled me completely… delicate transparent ribbons, moving with the grace of music… spinning to an unknown tune…contrasting and yet merging into the blue surroundings of my room… how strong it was in the beginning and then somewhere along the path, it dissolved into the air… merging into it… losing itself…and yet new spirals kept rising above the agarbati… fragrant…vibrant…
so strange that we associate smoke only with fires… with harm… with destruction… how can it then have such a life… such beauty…