Hidden from judgemental eyes,
sitting within the wooden place.
Rigid and scared about what is to come,
you hear a soothing voice ask you about
the nature of your day and your dreams.
Hearing nothing from beyond,
only you sit within this place.
The scent of roses is strong,
visions of scent move before your eyes,
and
the different lights modulate and pulse.
The scent calms your fears;
love and kindness replace dark thoughts
of original sin and destruction.
You relax and fall away,
gone from the wooden place of torture and
out into the wild world.
C & K 