No fluffy pillows,
no scented candlelight,
just one woman on wooden floor;
on search for inner light.
Silent from pan flutes, and oceans far away.
Just that inner calm, she’s resting beside an ashtray.
No need for extras in this show
Just her and one artifact of a soul
We may all have visited this accurate time,
just to join the swirl
of life, we need dualism to twirl.
This is where magnetism makes sure;
to make us shaken, not stirred.