What if desire for balance on Earth and healing of
Her creatures has already arrived?

Suddenly, we breathe deeply and smell clear cool
air invigorating our nostrils.

The wind outside the window is evident in the way
prayer flags are undulating as dusk begins to fall. 

Lavender in the impossibly blue sky is transforming
the subtlety of grey. 

Water in the fountain of the tree of life awaits the crusty
song in the throat of a frog calling out for the sunset.

Our relaxed hands and fingers unleash gratitude.
Our prayers have already been answered. 

Nothing is there to want— ease tumbling into thighs.
Evening releases from thanksgiving, not from longing.

The prayer flags’ dance is quieting. The taste of love
in night’s embrace draws near. 

There is no question to ask nor is there yearning.
A fluffy black raven nestles in her prickly twigs. 

The grey sky recedes into indigo, signifying rest.
Puma’s claws step silently— leaving an indentation.