The Vase of Mindfulness
Strands of breeze criss-cross the blossomed garden,
like destemmed leaf I rustle aimless on the ground,
don’t see the beauty of the flowers floating away,
don’t find motif on butterfly wing fluttering around.
Currents of wind transect the blue stratum of sky,
like the detached clump of cloud I drift to nowhere,
don’t get colors from the sunburst horizon at dawn,
don’t notice silver lining of the glow of moonshine.
In monotony of sound in the breaking waves’ surge
like the forlorn pebble on beach I roll back and forth.
don’t hear whispering melody of serenading breeze,
don’t listen mild murmur of pearly water flowing by.
In tide of noise my mind wanders beyond awareness,
I concentrate ruffled life in serene depth of meditation,
learning to extract ecstasy from focused consciousness
to see the soul bloom in bliss in the vase of mindfulness.
Written : February 13, 2019
February 16, 2020
Contest :Strand Select Q, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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