Meditation

Meditation, the poem I’m sharing today, was composed one morning as I lay in bed. I had been working on some mindfulness meditations and the rhythm of the poem came almost fully formed into my head. My wife of forty-six years was in bed beside me, and I like to start and end each day with a cuddle. Still. I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to share.

MEDITATION

Breathe out the weight of memories
Inhale a fresh new day
My mind is clear, balance secure
The past just slips away

Ghosts no longer touch me
They weigh nothing, anyhow
As I recite my mantra
I am here, and this is now

Future worries stalk me
Listing things that I should fear
Painting pictures of disasters
Robbing me of what is dear

They would steal away this moment
Add wrinkles to my brow
‘Til I deflect their power
For I am here, and this is now

I turn and hear you breathing
Just before the morning’s call
Wrap my arms around you
And warm you like a shawl

I marvel at this moment
That came to me, somehow
And say once more, with all my heart
You are here, and we are now