how I meant to live a quiet life how I meant to live a life of mildness and meditation tapping the careful words against each other and I thought— as though I were suddenly spinning, like a bar of silver as though I had shaken my arms and lo! they were wings— of the Buddha when he rose from his green garden when he rose in his powerful ivory body when he turned to the long dusty road without end when he covered his hair with ribbons and the petals of flowers when he opened his hands to the world.
