Cradled gently on the warm rising air, it takes its time.Pirouetting in a tightening spiral until itfinally settles in my lap.I can only stare at the leaf in wonder.A sacred endowment given to meby the Bodhi Tree.Perhaps an invitation.
chapter ten
Cradled gently on the warm rising air, it takes its time.Pirouetting in a tightening spiral until itfinally settles in my lap.I can only stare at the leaf in wonder.A sacred endowment given to meby the Bodhi Tree.Perhaps an invitation.