Sunshine showers adorn our parched lawns,
Quenching that insatiable thirst for strength
That lay denied like dead to infinity.
With my cracked pot I step outside,
Splits and ruptures embellishing the body -
Perfect in its flawed perfection.
Spoons and ladles I wield in my arms
Aching of the wounds of my battles
With the darkness lurking inside my home,
But stop I do not, nevertheless,
Not for a moment do I let the demons win.
I scoop up great globes of the melting gold,
Each one, a comforting memory, like family,
Floods of rich yellow washing my feet,
Dropping right into the lightless cavy chamber.
For the treasure to fall out the fissures I wait,
But find no drops escaping the mold!
Is the mind playing dark with me?
Betraying the senses by altering reality?
The light was always in you, child,
I heard descend from the skies;
The sun never had smiled any greater.
Goodness never is destroyed or lost, and
Perfection is but a blind illusion.
Embrace the sunshine that kisses your heads today;
Stay in love with the healthy mind.