Morning Meds; 10 1 22
Memories preserved in crystallized time, sorting the useful from the unneeded.
Shifting through sand, saving the grains of pleasure and letting the others slide.
Cleansing a soul of those that scratch from those worn smooth by constant touch.
Every moment births a memory, combined they make us who we are.
Both the useful and the now unneeded share a beauty, but the beauty is only seen when we recognize their purpose.
Meditative Imagery 