Echoes of the Wind

Until the prayer flag

Which i held 

Whispered the echoes of the wind

I didn't bother, i was breathing. 

Sacred Messenger

When it stuck on me 

I sensed a coldness in it

Formless though

It left me a message. 

I derived the cold

From the blowing wind

The cause is the wind

And the Mind is condition. 

I thought of the mind 

And this thought dissapeared

Nowhere to be traced 

Then i reflected on impermanence.

Still, i was reflecting

And the mind functioned 

But nowhere to be traced

Then i reflected on non-duality concept. 

Fluttering for a good cause