Morning in the studio

Fire burning in the wood stove
Murphy is basking in the sun while enjoying the heat from the stove at the same time
I enjoy the sun that is coming from the window, the view through the murky glass, the quiet of the studio and your presence in the cozyness youve made of the new arrangements .
The world is screaming now with thousands voices, demanding salvation from the place that doesn’t pay attention , doesn’t give a damn about the fake remorse
The lessons we didn’t want to learn are no longer valid , no second term, no karma to be payed, no one to blame for our course to hell or heaven
no use to play morose
Right time has come and we can choose the place of our bidding
the place where past is now the present where future has no recourse