My Thought Process with the Wind
As I walk the gardens of my life with the. movement of air
Stumbling , step by step literally against the wind
Forced by the air in motion- I then contemplate
The movement it whirls - whips in complete destruction
The trees they aged- brittle - their branches with fate
Fly to the ground- twigs then a loss all around
The breeze on my face as it blows in my mind
I stand on a rock! I sit by the ocean floor
Thus the caps roll up the feeling in my sense
Captured my inner peace - admirably - Hence!
I sit! I meditate! My mind is very clear
My body it moves by the environmental conditions
My thoughts aware - The rocks amongst the road
I ride the waves with imagery in my head
A chill in my bone - the wind it is then cold
My rock - my haven - with movement it sits in place
Tears form in my eyes with this force of current
I walked the paths in my gardens I trace
But when the going toughens- I turn to my rock
And sit too with that solid rock, feet firm
With the air in motion in my mind- I still contemplate
The wind while my continuous thoughts meditate
On the topic - my reflections I consume
And my abilities to see eye to eye with that air in my motion
Peace I view with the winds endeavor with commotion...
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