Prayer for the eighth day

And on the eighth day, there was Silence.
We like the wrapper better than the candy.
Surfaces are our idols.

Prayer for the handset

In the era of everything connected, we are alone.
Alone with a phone, waiting for a tone.
We don't even know our phone number,
but we forgot to live.

Prayer for enough

Flowers are our middle fingers to the materialist pigs.
They produce nothing. They generate no profit.
And yet, a red rose given to the loved one
says more than the most exquisite poetry can tell.

Prayer for the Unborn Action

I scrolled through endless distractions
with the precious time I received
to know the unaltered truths.
I knew better, but I didn't do.

Prayer for beauty

Where beauty is, time stops.
Death no longer has any meaning
now that you have lived beautifully.

Prayer for time

Are we taxidermists,
pinning wings torn from the butterfly of time,
living with the fantasy of holding them forever
in an enchanted tomb?
Dance for the dance. Love for the love. No time for time.

Prayer for words of ice and fire

If you write with words, then you are not really writing.
You must write with the whisper of the wind,
with the blood of your heart
on the parchment of time.

Prayer for the last prayer