how often do we stop
enjoying the little things 
that surround us each day?
the taste of the tea
the smell of wisteria blooming
the feel of the sun on shoulders
the sight of a tree wreathed in green
the sound of the birds welcoming spring
how often do we stop?


i will speak my truth
without hesistation.
maybe you will like it.
maybe you will hate it.
if i let that shape me
i am not me, and this
would not be
my truth.


sit and focus on your breathing
allow your mind to drift
let it touch on what you have to do
or scream about the waste of time
let it dwell on the wrong 
done to you
or by you
watch it carry on
and breath


learning to live
present in each moment
accepting the words as true
though the bite stings in old wounds
feel the rawness
the tender edges
they will heal