PRAYER FLAGS
have flown off in the fire-like wind.
I had forgotten
the lightness of blessing
till my house flew off
with them.
Now the only home
I own is in my belly.
Altadena, 3/12/25
SITTING, MORNING
Simply notice breathing from the belly below navel.
Your story drops away like stonefly husk.
The warm light flow of life force
like fluid filling out wings
drying in the sun
expresses itself in flight.
Here is life, death, compassion.
What else passes in the blur?
7/21/23