You start to settle down. . . both mentally and physically
You rest your head into the pillow emptying you mind of all thoughts of the day
You begin to drift off. . . ever so slowly into the darkness. . .
You are no longer aware of mind or body. . .
Then all of a sudden, your eyes pop open
You feel again and are aware, even though you are surrounded by darkness
Then it starts... your mind is flooded with yesterdays, todays and tomorrows
The more you want to go back to that quiet, the louder it becomes
Breath, Relax, Concentrate
The mantra that plays over and over
Breath, Relax, Concentrate
Why isn't it working?
Breath, Relax, Concentrate
The harder you try the more your mind is spinning with thoughts. . .
Then like a flip of a switch
Back to the invisible, the tranquil, that very quiet place
Until. . . . . .
BUZZ....BUZZ....BUZZ....
The sound of your alarm
Awaking you to the new day, new beginnings
And if you are lucky, a new perspective on the yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows. . .
photo © 2009 Paul Simpson | more info (via: Wylio)
OMG Lynn! Seriously, I knew you were a brilliant woman, but this just blew me away! I L.O.V.E. this poem! You are amazing at putting those small moments of your day into such powerful words. Does this writing just come pouring out of you? I read each line, shaking my head in agreement, understanding and connecting with every line.
ReplyDeleteWow. That's all I can say. And this was "just a thought" as your title suggests?
Just wow. Wow. Wow! Thanks for giving me a new perspective on the yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows.