It is in the mind

This morning the lake became pure and silver once again.
The sun had already risen above the boulders in its middle
The ripples shimmered as a gentle winter breeze tickled it.

The smelly fish of the vendor on the lake’s banks vanished.
The foul gutters of humans poured into it but smelled less.
A dark walking girl smelled jasmines on her ebony back.
The tree that had lain dead and black there near the temple
For several months now seemed less dead and less black.

The priest’s chants from the temple now smelled of sugar
And clarified butter ,fire and smoke, flowers and camphor .