
It was at night
In the morning
It was during my lunch
The rain crashed on my roof
It streaked down my window
I seldom felt peace
My memories blinding me
I felt poorly, at what I had done
I was afraid at what might come So, I sit alone upon my bedroom floor
I close my eyes and find freedom

Memories seep to the surface
And one by one I discard them
Over and over
bit by bit
piece by piece
At last the fog begins to clear
I am silent
Still
I remain without movement
I am at one with the Universe
I sit
breathe softly
Alive and aware

Refreshed and at peace
As my eyes slowly open
I see the world as it is
I am grateful
And I thank Meditation
By Geoffrey, Sydney NSW
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