Inhale (an Ode to Prana)

Now dissipated,

now pixelated-

snow, fractalled

misting up, twisting up

into the brightening

O' Clearest of Light,

Burn through it!

Find and seek

no fruit

but

the smell of karma,

napalmed in the morning

Yes-

Sprinkle some of that dazzle;

watch it

sparkle itself;

inside/out

unto

oblivion -

of angel-headed, hipster eloquence,

bearded opalescence-

of spirit

(...very nice, but please ask permission to use my pictures.  The name of this one is Breath.)

Vicky Brago-Mitchell