On my way through the cool park this Sunday morning

There were some bright flags stretched between trees printed with images and text in a language I don’t know. Among them was a sign announcing the Quebec Buddhist Society. I immediately remembered the idea of prayer flags.

I think the idea is that with every breeze the flag flutters and a prayer is raised. How wonderful if we thought of every breeze swaying a leaf or a bough of a tree, every breeze rippling a wave on water, lifting the wing of a bird, blowing a lock of hair out of place, as a prayer. Even each breath we take creates a breeze and so….
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