Incense

Incense is aromatic biotic material which releases fragrant smoke when burned. The term refers to the material itself, rather than to the aroma that it produces. Incense is used for a variety of purposes, including the ceremonies of religion, to overcome bad smells, repel insects, spirituality, aromatherapy, meditation, and for simple pleasure.

Incense is composed of aromatic plant materials, often combined with essential oils. The forms taken by incense differ with the underlying culture, and have changed with advances in technology and increasing diversity in the reasons for burning it. Incense can generally be separated into two main types: "indirect-burning" and "direct-burning". Indirect-burning incense (or "non-combustible incense") is not capable of burning on its own, and requires a separate heat source. Direct-burning incense (or "combustible incense") is lit directly by a flame and then fanned or blown out, leaving a glowing ember that smoulders and releases fragrance. Direct-burning incense is either a paste formed around a bamboo stick, or a paste that is extruded into a stick or cone shape.

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Incense

by: Ninfa Artemis

I call for you My Lord I call for your help!
My eyes burn! I see a sun about to explode!
I see my life! I can´t see anymore!
My eyes burn! The sun is going to explode!
You want to receive true love
Just like me My Lord
All you get are complaints
All you get is pain from human kind
All I can offer you are the many
Thoughts that I drew on many grey days
I call for you My Lord I call for your help!
My eyes burn! I see a sun about to explode!
I see my life! I can´t see anymore!
My eyes burn! The sun is going to explode!
I don´t have anywhere to go
I don´t have anyone to run to
I´m alone in this world
Sometimes I wish to leave this world
My heart has become cold
I´m empty, I´ve nothing to offer you
I call for you My Lord I call for your help!
My eyes burn! I see a sun about to explode!
I see my life! I can´t see anymore!
My eyes burn! The sun is going to explode!
My Lord you suffer, You remain silent
I suffer I pray so loud
Incense burns for so long…
Ancient monastery, high hill!
High like my hell! A glacier hell under a cloudy sky
At the alter – Sun
For all I asked a true love
Incense burns for so long…




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