ssonan

Prayer flags sleeping in the wind Mountains breathe beneath my skin Dusty roads and quiet hands I forget where I began South of the snowline, falling slow Incense burning soft and low I don’ t ask the sky to know I follow silence, I let go Mantras written in the air Footsteps fading into prayer No mirrors left for me to see Only what the mountains keep South of the snowline, close my eyes Between the earth and open skies If I vanish in this light Let the quiet say goodbye