What are my treasures?
My glittering objects to ponder and love.
The feel of the fuzz of my pillow on my cheek as I sleep,
warmth and luxury of rubbing my hands in the fur of my black cat's belly,
texture of the bark of a tree in the park,
heat of the sun soaking into my bones,
cool of the breeze off the ocean,
skimming my face as I plunge into the ice of the sea
noise of the bird under the majestic trees of the great forests,
the loam giving way beneath my sandaled feet.
These are my treasures, my jewels, my touchstones,
that keep me outside the mire of despair and monotony.
I look and feel upon them and all is well.