This turned into a bit more of a poem, but I think it tells a story!
On the coat rack by the door I hang my satchel of daily concerns, right next to it, my sweater and scarf. Detaching now from those worldly delusions, I make myself available only to this moment. Inhale, exhale. I close worldly eyes; a third eye awaits. My sanctuary, my peace.
This turned into a bit more of a poem, but I think it tells a story!
ReplyDeleteOn the coat rack by the door
I hang my satchel of daily concerns,
right next to it, my sweater and scarf.
Detaching now from those worldly delusions,
I make myself available only to this moment.
Inhale, exhale.
I close worldly eyes; a third eye awaits.
My sanctuary, my peace.