Summer thoughts II

“All the world is a stage”
William Shakespeare

It’s still summer

And with the strength of the consciousness

I observe the spirit floating inside me

And suddenly realize, thinking about what I previously wrote

something was missing:

My body will be my temple

My bonds will be my home

And I will make my home my shelter

So the shelter, my shack and my place

My place, the whole world

And all the world, my stage.