January 7 Flash Fiction Challenge

Tiny stone pillars in a zen garden
A dedication to the God of magic
A seat in Heaven, solid, dependable
The fleeting beauty of a butterfly transcends the soul
As I sit, my mind is carried across rivers, seas, mountains
Until I reach Shangri-La
Here I stay a while conversing with a Tibetan Lama
His wisdom carries me home
Where the seeds he planted flourish
I can now take life by the horns
In a soft, more gentle manner
My heart as free as the butterfly
My legs as steady as the planted stones
In my own zen garden…

© Anita Dawes 2021