bowl of winds.

by veepho

Filled is a bowl with infinite winds
The calm breezes,
and the destructive sinds.

She never thought she’d get caught within,
she laughed and cried
and ended in sin.

Not the sin of the holy
but the personal fear
of allowing those winds to hit in near.

Her windbreaker, her shelter
removed, relieved, seduced..
…her into a psychedelic welter.

A welter of desire
pixie dust and forceful smiles,
that required rebooting 10 times in 5 miles.

This bowl was not in her control
It was through sand and rain,
she was hunted by a dhole.

The movement of the bowl will only accelerate,
it’s now up to her to take every wind-
embrace, cherish and venerate.