This effulgent, white cactus flower,
a bright thought, a creative impetus
from an eternal source, ever present
in spite of the callousness all round,
emerging in the whistling desert of mind
like it happens after a single day of rain
tells me how beautiful things would turn
when within a bright thought blooms
defeating all thorny fruitlessness of life.
All prayers are only self inducements to activate the inner resources, ever present,when darkened areas of brain will light up with the energy self generated,and things start to fall in place...
— The End —