Sweet afternoon
Not a care in the world
Drifting in solitude
Drinking in the sun,
Airplanes overhead
Making wispy trails
Scooting somewhere
Melodiously droning,
Birds sail past
Resting on the wind
Some carrying twigs
With which to build their nests,
While I sit
Counting breaths
Inhaling happiness
Exhaling loving kindness,
Sending metta wishes
To all places
Whatever their season
Monsoons or blizzards even,
May all beings
Be safe and well
At ease
And at peace,
Let no danger find them
Nor chains bind them
May they all be free
And clearly see,
May their paths lead straight
To Nirvana’s gate
Or if not
Be pleasant and scenic.
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