Namdroling Take 2

magical in the prayer wheel house--candles glowing on the floor, along the walls, in corners

at 3Am we stood outside the temple. in the gloaming. it was still dark--but lit by thousands of strings of lights. 7 days out of america. anyway, it was way before dawn, though birds chirped. in the temple, the ligths went out. we kneaded butter, tea, into tsampa.

a flurry of flys

from my bed the prayer wheels click, prayers flying off flags

the pop of insects against ceilings, floors. the mala on the wrist. keith's dreams.