small satori at work

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths  Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W. B. Yeats

sometimes it is good to wish 'good bye' vocally and visibly to certain thoughts, memories and their associated apprehensions, expectations and anticipations! like bidding adieu to a friend one likes not to part with.