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, 3/12/2

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

A house with large windows, surrounded by greenery, and decorated with colorful prayer flags. A wooden pathway runs through a garden with rocks and lush plants.