Prayer Wheel Poem by Eric Cockrell
Prayer Wheel
prayer wheel turning...
naming the nameless,
the forgotten, the
left behinds...
the throwaways.
counting every grain
of sand,
every dropp of water.
sweeping the inner rooms
of the self.
undressing the mind
and its passions.
holding the thorn
in an open hand.
diving naked and deeply
into life...
without holding back!
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5/10/2024 10:55:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is just gorgeous, Eric. Once I had a real Tibetan prayer wheel. It had little slips of prayers on this satin like fabric inside (I couldn't read it) . It made me appreciate the Tibetan religion more probably. It was a beautiful thing too.