Simplicity

Resting in a field of green,

The grass is soft and warm.

I feel the breeze caress my skin;

Encompassing my form.

I close my eyes and listen,

To the symphony of sounds,

The wind has nicely given,

Gusting all around.

Meditation

The mind is grand but has some faults.

Like dwelling over poor results.

From moments filled with grim frustrations,

To awkward, angered altercations.

These moments are gone but still are within us,

Swaying our thoughts and predispositions.

Let those troubles slowly fade,

And fill your mind with calming waves,

To wash away those grim dismays.

They might be back another day,

But you’ll be ready either way.