A memory, a realization and a law

A memory, a realization and a law is all I carry in my brown leather bag. Two are blue and one is chrome to reflect the world it has become. One is a memory of a distant past, to teach me well, to teach me again, that happiness exist if hope is never lost. Another is a realization, a gift once forgotten, a sphere once lost, it’s the reminder that I can. And then comes the law, sharp and reflective to link the mundane with the divine, sharp and reflective a building block for the future. One is a shape of free forms, the kind to playfully lie in a person’s neck, lost in a distant sandy shore. Another is a marble, a piece of some mind, one that was lost in a rocky shore. Another is a cube of hard reflective stone, a link to nature’s solid grounds, hidden in an exchange of distant memories. A memory, a realization and a law is all I carry for now. But today is yet to end, and more lessons are to learn, to fill my brown leather bag.