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.