There is something about worn white prayer flags
Against a clear blue sky
And the wind dancing with the fabric
There is something so graceful about the dance
And the transparency
Of the weave against the sky
The elements playing with the essence
The space between the strings of belief
Which becomes our weave, our fabric
Though it is like the prayer holds a sense of I-ness
Let the prayer be an offering
Give your life
Get swept away
Let the color of conditioning dissolve
Into nothingness
Into fullness
Your essence
Beautiful being and innermost Self
Is dancing with the elements
Yet is never touched
Let the wind play
You play
And realize that the space in your weave
Is what unites you with the sky that you are
Om
- Hansa
