When the eight winds rise into
A maddening maelstrom whipping
The red dust into a frantic frenzy.
When the rain clouds empty in
A terrible tempest drowning out
Hope and humanity in a
Deluge of greed, hatred, and delusions.
Solace in the lotus
Mindful of the
I look back on the path I have taken and
See that it was
Neither stormy nor fair.
I see instead
Flowers drifting gently in the breeze
I pluck one and