Prayer

The light falls tenderly to the ground,
The butterfly flows back and forth,
The dragonfly skims in beauty,
It is the quiet of prayer.

Not filling with words, not spouting,
Attention to the path, intention inside,
Watching, in the spaces of wonder,
Born of the wind.

Sighs to deep, still pastures, come
Be present, wait, sit with it as it rolls,
In the stillness of being, sitting,
Just to breath.