Calm and peaceful, my day fades out. Contemplation Floating composure touches me lightly, contacts me there, where wounds open and relieves, like balsam, the pain. Contemplation Many was trying, today. A torrential stream, full of negative energy. But not enough of this black power, to stir up displeasure and fear in a dimension, which would force me, to see this day as my enemy. Contemplation I only can feel it as a glowing hot sword, but cold and blunt the edge is quickly defeatd by the Contemplation.