Heaven above my head, a day well spent on my bed.
With my memories and me, creating a melody.
Some time to myself, just lazing around; temporarily free from the shackles that keep me bound.
But tomorrow I must rise again, make every bone work and dive again.
Dive in this sea of mediocrity, of physical vanity and unwanted complexity.
In this world of ambition and aim, Money is the only means, only end, the only one single game.
Oh! How wicked are the men?!
The splendour of Sun, the fragrance of blooming flower, the flight of spirited bird, the calmness of Moon; the fiery buzzing of bees, to the enigmatic ant on the trees – all give me strength to go on.
To trust the vision of all Superior One. He knows best, better than anyone.
He knows my mind, my heart , my fears. He will guide me throughout and wipe my tears.
And so I emerge, fresh from my holiday, as His pot, made freshly out of Clay.