A simple empty room
Provides rest
For the visitor
Some stay a night
Others a month
The visitor unpacks her bedroll
Places her prayer mat on the floor
Her tokens on the shelf
Her world unfurls
To occupy the room
As countless have before
Each with its own smell
Its own dream
The visitor knows nothing of these other worlds
How can she know outside of herself?
The room accepts her offering
Without attachment
Without judgment