Prayer Flag

Leaning in to the Mystical Tradition
Written By Brian Mueller

Let this poem be my prayer flag –
my wind-torn,
sun-faded,
thread-bare,
prayer flag.

I almost said, “Fuck all!”
and joined the army. 

I almost said, “Yes”
to the grand bargain –
my life for the dollar.

Yes, I cursed women.
I feared the feminine.
But secretly my soul wanted only
to be devoured by her beauty.

The cure for me came by night.
I woke in barren lands –
nothing but rock
and relentless sun.

Apollo’s kingdom denies life,
as it pushes towards the heavens.
Had I stayed there,
I would’ve died from thirst.

My life has become
lighter and brighter
now that I’ve awakened
from my fever dream.

This poem was written on October 11, 2025.

Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

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