bowl of winds.
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 s
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 thro
ugh 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.