Seijaku

Lighting the candle she then raises the veil and reveals to her inner self, the most candid reflection of she ; Her innate behavior turns her into an experienced Mantra Queen ! Wrapping her body with calm from within she learns the exquisite science of a soft caress. With subtle gentle intent she lands on a hillock of freshened breath. Inhaling exhaling with each acquired breath the fibrous moments of her sedentary life turn into a journey of healing and blessed quietude. Each tellurian thought disperses into beauty rest, Namu Myoho Renge Kyo "Glory to the Dharma of the Lotus Sutra" One breath turns into another as she enters Wakayama, "the treasure trove of untouched nature" She closes her eyes and enters the Japanese garden of her dreams the one that persists on appearing behind closed eyelids long after the trespass of yesterday's travail. Blowing out the candle, she sits in the dark listening to a long mahogany silence. There is a light at the window and it beckons her so she follows the trail to the garden like a blind woman being solely led by the scent of Sakura, on a warm gauzy night. Her Yukata kimono flaps in the wind as she enters this seasonal March Lost in a paradise of cherry blossoms, in a Seijaku moment that begs to be treasured. Here beyond reality, she experiences devotedly through her Yata mirror, all that is to be assimilated with reverential catalyst mystique. The End.