Always the images find a path, in and out of the cerebral cortex, in and out of the daylight of the sunshine mind
So I become calm, to see the flowers wave in the breeze, to read Buddha Maitreya's words on self and ego
Yet I know that life is not one long stream of lotus blossoms, yes I know that I have to climb the hill before I reach the temple
But the gas man is on his way, and soon the boiler will be working, giving warmth throughout the household
Although it is not particularly cold this morning, it is a surprise that last night's clear sky, with stars and crescent moon
Did not bring a frost, instead the clouds provide a blanket which the sun gradually breaks through
