My Room

As the refreshing breeze of knowledge,

Blows away the dust of ignorance,

From the fluttering pages of my minds book,

Which reslessly rests,

Under the lamp of my heart,

And on the table of tradition.

I feel my thought being cleansed,

And experience the sublime fragrance of the spirit.

I am blessed he cleaned my room,

And is now resting on the bed of my soul.