Calming Combustion

I marry the palms of my hands,
I visualise a calming combustion…
Warm breeze,
The sea and the sand.
I follow feet tracks to find the sea front…
I am the sea front.
I marry the palms of my hands,
I visualise the success in my every plan,
I embrace the warm breeze as I stand in peace.
I am the warm breeze.
I marry the palms of my hands,
Time is ticking,
The world is spinning,
Up goes the population,
Down goes the land…
The earth sores as the sand pours…
I am the sand.
I marry my palms,
I pray without the help of surahs or psalms,
I am all that Imagine through creation or destruction,
And when I close my eyes…
I am my own ‘calming combustion’.