The winds turn paper flags
Surrendering the lotus
To vulgarity
The only peace we'll ever know
The prayer wheels are spun
Into the spiral
Sending the sorrows and virtues
Simultaneously
Into the valley
That receives what seems an insurmountable
Amount to let go:
The heart, the mind, the soul
Hands turn with the weight
Of immersion in suffering
And cannot release
The head to the ground in prayer
Brings the emptiness
At the world's center
Where everything will begin
At the second prayer
Even the birds start to laugh
