Purple had a bit of sin to it, I decided, but stayed elegant and beautiful just the same. With all of the class in the world. Huong Vietnam was my inspiration, the night before my execution. The rain poured down, the best I has seen in ages. Though my shower was candlelit, the room screamed of brightness from the sparks of hope in the sky. Each ounce of glitter was like an epiphany. The rain flooded as an idea, cleansing for an old soul. Should I live through tomorrow, some promises must be made. Acquire patience as a skill. Save money in two places, a useful "someday" fund, and a travel fund. Important in life is it to see my new liquid hope, the rain, all over the world. Thailand. Vietnam. Egypt. Ireland. India. Through the fear, the Phoenix is reborn. Life must be lived cleanly. Treated as a temple, over a trillion drops, a single cleansing tear forms. Appreciation. Purple will always have sin but through this renaissance during this worldly rain is born maturity. The day is not bright. It is gloomy, cold, green just like I love it.
I am grateful for you. I honor the place where you find your "self". You are the light of day and the black of night. I am honored to bear witness to all of your compliments and contradictions. For all your peaks and valleys, for all your highs and lows for every crest and wave you ride, I view you no different. I love you the same. You are complete just as you are.
Karma is not the cause of suffering. It is, rather, an opportunity to learn.
