In sacred space, where spirits tread,A smudge stick burns, the smoke widespread.With herbs and fire, a cleansing rite,We seek the sacred, in gentle light. White sage, sweetgrass, cedar's grace,Their fragrant offerings fill the space.With purpose clear, intentions pure,In smudging's dance, our hearts endure. Continue reading ChapGBT – Smudge and Smudging
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