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