It's the winter time I loved once and then began to detest a lot π
Dread this time for fear of illness the pains that surrounds πββοΈ
Make me sleepless and fatigued π±
Winter is just here round the corner βοΈ
I am but prepared is that true π€?
I sense the mother's warm arms around me π€
She carries me with her infinite love π
Her grace is just enough to keep me warm in tact π€·ββοΈ
Earnestly pray to her for the *samata to grow on me π
Pains are there,in her cuddle I know not the intensity it draws π€
Everlasting embrace of Grace I feel as I lie still π₯°π
Like a curious child in awe of the enchanting flow of life πΆ
*samata - A sanskrit word meaning equanimity ( for example - equanimous with heat and cold /joy and suffering etc )
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