My day(s) in a nutshell

I begin each day
In the name of Father,
With the bright light of the Sun
And with the body of my Spirit.
Every morning, I fail not to
Baptise myself with the showers of blessing,
Counting each drops of water that falls on my flesh.
I often rub my skin with the oil of gladness.
I always wear the panties
Whose lines are tiny like the strings of the guitar’s.
I scrub my teeth until they twinkle like the stars.
I end each day with a night.
But when the nights ain’t short like the dwarfs,
I often give my sleep some beauty.
I do these and many more to the list.

Tochi