Out of sin ☔️ umbrella [Poem]

… Sometimes things in the universe get heated. you know. things get a little awkward. you know. due to thinking. circumstances are moving and there is too much to deal than any normal can handle.

… I will out of something ugly and sinful fasten you a little useful present a little umbrella out of the pain a white small parasol, to hang over your head all the time directing the flow of such things and such nastiness away from you. Like those parasols on sandy clear beaches 🏝. Just like those.

Om Ah Hung Benza Guru Pema Siddhi Hung.