Morning Meds; 1 26 19
…Following the image of a tattered Tibetan prayer flag.
Long ago or a moment ago, I know not which.
From the muddled world of time removed, images dripping into my soul.
Through the sands of time, through the sands of my mind.
Percolations of lives once lived.
Lives remembered, lives resurrected, lives, alive again.
Coursing through energy veins, its energy filling my soul.
Dripping, dripping, dripping, from when, I do not know.
A tattered prayer flag fluttering, hung by a me, long ago. A pray only now to be answered, only now the picture becomes whole.
Answers sought, dripping down, filling up, flowing over my soul.
A seated priest with shaven head, smiling from forgotten time.
“Ask of your teachers now, these answers that you seek, for only now are you ripe to hear, the words you sought so long ago.”
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(It’s always good to get reacquainted with old friends)
Meditative Imagery 