My bruises are healing, the skin is painful to touch,
The sprain is still sore
I know the pain is deep and lasting,
I drag myself out of bed
the first sound I make is A. Tam.
Om Tare Tu Tare Ture Swaha
I see no hope yet,
I feel the fear of my suffering is lingering in the air,
I breathe the aroma of the flowers
blooming in the garden,
and I know to trust my friends.