Prayer Wheel

prayer wheel turning...
naming the nameless,
the forgotten, the
left behinds...

the throwaways.

counting every grain
of sand,
every dropp of water.

sweeping the inner rooms
of the self.
undressing the mind
and its passions.

holding the thorn
in an open hand.

diving naked and deeply
into life...
without holding back!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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