#7

I emerge from my blanket of cessation, stretch my body, creaking as an old boat.

and proceed to the sunlit waterfall of mine, that changes its mood from fiery to chilling at my whim.

I close my eyes, and see palm trees above me, and the natural form of sand against my back, as if

the Earth was comforting me intimately.

My day becomes clear, a tree of thought forming,

I cleanse myself of yesterdays sins,

and step forth renewed and vigilant to the world before me.

alive yet full of scars,

so many memories along these tools of the trade,

broke hands, busted knuckles,

fond memories and bursted bubbles

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.