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Main
Incense Store
Handmade and Imported
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Namaste!
Incense
is a kind of "mental stimulant" which can transform the
ordinary into the very special!
I have assembled
a unique collection of Incense that I have personally burned over
many, many years.
I do not offer hand-dipped, toxic incense but the highest quality
handrolled, handmade champas, masalas,
and powdered blends I make myself-blend and prepare by hand.
Along with my incense I also offer herbs, resins, sacred botanical
products, censors, ash catchers, charcoals and more!
All of
our smudge sticks are created by the Tewa tribe-The Taos Pueblo People-New
Mexico.
Our bulk botanicals and herbs come from them as well. Harvested with
the seasons and pruned for the coming year.
Read-The History
of Incense
HERE!
OM,
Shanthi, Shakti, OM
LionHeart
August 2007
Whenever Beauty looks,
Love is also there;
Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
Love lights Her fire from that flame.
When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
Love comes and finds a heart
entangled in tresses.
Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.
They have together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.
-Rumi-
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60s
& Further Brand
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Nag
Champa Products
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Thai
Sticks and Cones
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII
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Tibetan
Incense
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Quality
Dhoop Incense
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Nepalese
Incense
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I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers,
to browse wherever I fall.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.
I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia
Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.
Rumi, 'We Are Three'
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Shanthamalai
'Red' Nag Champa
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Imported
Stick Incense
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I
swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz XV
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Incense
Censors
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Self-Igniting
Charcoals
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Tibetan
Incense Burners
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Let
go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII
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Sweetgrass
Braids
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Smudge
Sticks & Accessories
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White
Sage
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Rainbow
Shimmering
color arched against grey sky,
Painted by dancing light on air-borne mist.
Wide flung by a sacred hand...
The Hand that formed of dust nothingness
The solid Earth below.
Beauty and promise together blended,
Beauty ethereal, promise divine.
Given to grace the clouds and the rain,
Given to bless the world-weary heart...
Shimmers... fades... brightens...
To vanish in brilliance...
Shines through the dark in my soul.
By Red Unicorn -1997
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Powdered
Incense Blends
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Herbal
Incense Blends
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Bulk
Herbal Botanicals
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Incense
Resins & Resin Blends
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Summer Rain
Father Sky is gray
As the new light appears
And the laughter of the birds is still
the clouds shed their tears
and the land drinks of this heavenly dew
puddles replace the dust
irresistible temptations for little feet
Turning my face to the sky
and feeling the gentleness of the mist
washing away my cares
filling my heart with happiness
Lifting my spirits
like the quenching of the crops
Raising my arms
I turn to the four winds
and give thanks for this
gentle…Summer Rain.
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