I’m waking up and see the dim
That hangs whole light up, entire stream.
I feel no rustle, no suspension,
Nor hollow bustle or redemption.

I feel myself replenished from the pain
All scars are vanished, troubles — vain.
When I’ve collected all the past,
When I’ve rejected swamp that’d vast
I reassembled sunlight stone
And felt again sweet warmth of soul.

And then I fall right on the bed,
My muscles steady, somewhat sad.
Silence spreads out, noises — cut,
There are no doubts, voices — shut.

music: Jake Shimabukuro - Dragon