• The rain brings a meadow to my soul,
    and all my memories are restored.
    I bathe in happiness and joy,
    all while the world passes by.

    No need to convert to cups of concentration.
    My heart arrived here in effortless patience,
    yet no time has passed at all.

    I sing a song of serenity and sound fills my lungs with its ever peaceful mediate.
    Embracing fatigue my fingers fall,
    and I am no longer in this world.

    Sleep entombs me with energy and renewal
    yet I feel no desire of wishful thinking.
    My mind a galaxy away,
    but my body lies here sleeping
    in the meadow of my soul.