Patches of color
hiding evil ugliness
broken beauty patched

Go in the shadow of the mountain,
Sit by the stream and clean all,
The mind and soul,
wash away to the sea impurity,
or else be prepared to face,
a tsunami, or the jolts shakes and crashes,
Teresias, sat silently,
there is still a chance-look!
Be the dance,
not the dancer,

in the circle of life
Come to a still point with nature
Where nothing matters anymore-