Mindfulness
Standing in the corner of my mind
I can see vast fertile land
I sow seeds of limitless wonder
The sky opens up I can hear
clapping of the thunder
I can see them grow green and strong
The roots have taken a firm hold under
The wind is gently playing with me
Flowers are in full bloom as I cross my mind
Suddenly from the corner of my eye I see
The weeds are laughing, they are mocking me
Not a moment do I waste to uproot them in haste
In this vast garden of my mind.
The sun has created a spot light I can see
It is shining down on the creation of glory
My labour now is bearing fruit
Ripe and ready from tip to root
Collecting each one nice and slow
I fill my basket to the brim and more
The dawn has broken across my mind
It time to sow beauty of a different kind.
Another musing by Carol Mitra.
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