White Rooms

Incubating the rooms of my mind

I pass through many doorways

I find myself discovered

While I nurture the being inside

Elevating and ruminating

I lift the cover of my eyes

The smooth film of reproach

The paste of indifference

The crust of indignity

I ask the wind to encumber these feelings

Washing away all the dust and grime

I find myself open to the notion

Of freedom, of inner strength

Of pure patience

White with the incandescence and innocence

Parting ways with an old technique

Making way for the fresh breeze of solitude

Of self-knowing and breath