Sometimes there are stormy days when the sun shines brightly.
I cast my net of imperfection among the massive sea.
With hopes that abundance and prosperity get washed upon my empty shore.
The reluctant hope and faith of my fibers are translucent with nothing to show. Helpless I alter my gaze.
Patiently I wait.
Realizing something is amiss I project gratitude.
I am thankful for this day.
I am thankful for this breath.
I am thankful for this sea.
I am thankful for the sun.
I am thankful for this life.
I will ask for nothing more than the constant understanding, compassion, and gratitude life has given me.
The rain begins to pour.
The clouds begin to thunder.
The lightening begins to strike.
I become the beacon of the sun.
I begin to radiate with light.
I begin to project warmth and love.
I have become prosperous in an abundance of life.
I am content.
Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ
Ⓒ copyright Eternal Waking Beauties