prayer wheels are being

spun by a herd of windhorses,

thundering on all planes.

soothsaying sounds of unbounding

lay of lands, tumult and constant

arrival.

urgency in passing, outrunning

urgency in passing.

glassy eyes wearing the kicks of

hooves and speeded ground...

the herd of wind horses due to

blow through Shangri-La.

whereat they will die down, as

their Heart receives them.