And let the heat embrace your face with the love and joy of a young mother holding her child. Listen to the early morning lark herald in the day, and admire the simplicity of pigeons roosting on a telephone wire. Allow the lady big to rest for a moment more, regaining strength on your arm. Give thanks to your neighbor, share a glass of tea over a game of chess. Stare at the moon's crescent reflection, let the stars and constellations guide you on your journey. And let not the vultures of stagnation and decay impede you on your quest to realize your personal treasure.
Author: The Metaphysical Monkey