fire

V3 

Homam

From a bed of wood

rise orange tongues

that test the wind, 

swallow whole,

grains, spices,

honey, milk, curd,

reach higher and higher

then dance, 

to the beat of the thaval

the lilt of the nadaswaram

in a mesmerizing haze

Heat emnates in waves, 

burns away the chaff,

purifies us 

to our essence

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Omam

The fire swallows

grains and spices raw,

honey, milk and curd 

Then dances in tongues

To the tune of the thaval, 

the nadaswaram

Mesmerising

Burning awah 

Spreading heat 

Light 

Homam

From a bed of wood

rise orange tongues

that test the wind, 

swallow whole,

grains, spices,

honey, milk, curd,

reach higher and higher

then dance 

to the beat of the thaval, 

the lilt of the nadaswaram,

in a mesmerizing haze.

Heat enmates in waves, 

burns away the chaff,

leaving us purified, 

in our essence