Wind Dragon’s Tail

Sometimes I go out on my balcony, fourth floor, and look though my prayer flags, look though my prayers, into the sky behind them. I look into the Dragon's tail to see distant mountains beneath a hazy layer of cloud. They fade away. I look through the colored fabric inked with mantras into the infinite sea of soft stillness: Sky!, and I see clearly the black crows flying through me. Kaw! Kaw! Kaw! The wind picks up. I take some pictures, look at my reflection, go back inside to type letters into my own prayer flag: Life!, waving and playing and saying to the wind “May peace be in all of you!” in so many words.