In a place for me to call my own
A stationary mass moves through.
Quickly rotating without knowledge;
I stay still.
It pours a feeling of lukewarm water over my head
Letting it slowly run down;
Over my body,
Going through my clothes;
Over my legs,
Dripping off of my bent knees.
It shines through.
Nothing in its way.
Nothing bringing it down.
Nothing creating a distraction.
It is calming in a way that is often ignored.
Beauty is calming.
Everything is beautiful.
The light of the day shines in more than one way.