#1769-Empty
04/06/2022
Time for a bath.
In an out of the way place,
Where our herb garden resides,
The sun sometimes shines, and
Butterflies unhurriedly flutter by.
Even in winter when it’s cold,
The feeling is intoxicating.
Surrounded by tranquility,
Soaking in serenity,
Bare and empty,
In a moment of eternity.
