I'm mending my insides
Fishermen's nets spread out
in the sun.
The breeze gently ruffles them.
They are not working now
just resting
and drying out.
The fishermen sew up
the broken parts.
The healing sun warms
And so my insides are resting
Meditation and white light
dry out the pain.
My Tagament pills
stitching together the parts.