let it simmer

I took my mind
and I put it in a boiling pot;
I let it cook.

Steam rose,
impurities evaporates;
I leave it be.

As time goes on,
love, experience, and live
enters the pot.

I let it simmer.

Finally it boils down,
and the essence
is left behind:

A single drop of reflection
upon the world
that is.