Jane's Poem:
Prayer flags are pinned between the limbs of sister trees.
When breezes blow, blessings drop into the garden.
Like the breath between his words
Blessings onto bees and aphids.
Burrs and basil equally.
All of us.
When breezes blow, blessings drop into the garden.
Like the breath between his words
Blessings onto bees and aphids.
Burrs and basil equally.
All of us.
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