Writing becomes like a blue jay’s feather
drifting in the breeze,
blending in-and-out of clear crisp sky
while swirling with ease.
See what words appear in the circular bends
as feather flutters forming
invisible sentences with the sharp tip,
a quill of impermanence
so words slip by
like milky black tea over my lips,
as i sip,
settling warmness into my soul,
settling tea leaves at the bottom of my cup.
A mug circular in its creation
of spinning around the potter’s wheel
much like a Buddhist monk’s gentle touch
to swirl prayer wheels into motion:
a single letting go
to let a circle grow
invisible prayers with the parched lips,
as a blue jay’s feather
A sentence completed
as the feather lands in the pebbles of a pathway.
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Editor: Bryonie Wise
Photo Credit: Pixoto