This March, Purely Prema passed a four-year mark with over two-hundred-thirty stories—each exploring in memoir how spiritual views have influenced my worldly views. For the coming eight weeks, I will be completing the writing of my book, A Flower for God: A Memoir. During this period, often-read Purely Prema stories will reappear for new readers and the enjoyment of reading again for followers (you know who you are) whose appreciation I gratefully acknowledge. I look forward to a return to new writing this September.
Love is who we are, Prema
sunset
don’t drive over
the cow’s rope
dusk
at the drip line
a crow drinks
after the rain
a hoopoe on the path
suddenly alone
full moon
following my flashlight
home too far
train whistle
in the heat
my foot stumbles
two birds
divide the water buffalo’s back
favorite bones
the crush of teak leaves
feet dusted by drought
a child again
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