Framed symbols, script in precious tomes, read and unread inform a room. Personal notes in a briefcase tucked, on a mirror edge, manage sanity. Wisdom flags, fervent prayers enter jet stream restore equilibrium.
A recent post of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai about Tibetan prayer flags got me thinking about the power of written word. The flags are small squares of cloth printed with words of wisdom, prayers, mantras, and spiritual images.
The idea behind these [prayer] flags is that with every move they make (through the wind) a little bit of the strength, the power of the prayer, is becoming free. If the wind moves them, then the air is cleansed and the intention of the prayer is spread into the world.