Within the vast theater of the mind, the blackboard blossoms into a riot of thoughts and drawings, a bustling carnival of white chalk. The multitude of numbers and images weave a dense tapestry, shrouding the serene refuge of awareness beneath. This blackboard, a metaphorical mirror to the mind, succumbs to the bustling cacophony—a vivid tableau of distractions obscuring our inner clarity.
Then, emerges the eraser, a metaphorical sorcerer wielding the promise of revelation. Its ethereal glide across the blackboard conjures childhood echoes—a porcelain bowl filled with water, the rhythmic dance of strokes during end-of-day cleansing. The eraser transforms into a vessel of metamorphosis, peeling away layers of distraction to unveil a pristine surface. It’s a ritualistic act, a reminder that within the chaos, the potential for crystalline clarity awaits.
In moon’s gentle gaze,
Cherry blossoms softly fall,
Nature’s fleeting grace.
Spiritual Gravity 