I love this image I found to accompany my poem and want to firstly credit it :
IMAGE CREDIT: Eadweard Muybridge, detail of ‘Bouquet’, Galloping, 1887. Collotype on paper. Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
And so to my morning, Its a quiet morning, I can hear the bird song, the trees are glistening in the morning sun. Sounds idyllic right ? which it is. Yet I am aware how my thoughts can change my reality with their weaving about the strangest of things and their worrying and fearful tendencies.
Even after decades of meditating I still need to pull the reins on my galloping horses, and practice coming back into the idyllic morning I just described, which is in all its glory a new day, what could be more idyllic than that?
So I wrote this poem, I hope you enjoy.
GALLOPING HORSES
Do you ever notice that sometimes
Thoughts can move slow, thoughts can move steady,
and out of no where, without realising, they can pick up pace
like an unstoppable galloping horse.
They can head right past you, way ahead infront, leaving a trail of dust.
When did that happen, where even am I ?
I’ve come to realise, thoughts are my friend and thoughts are my foe,
and its hard to know which way they will go, sometimes.
And so I need to remember to pull the reins,
steady up my friend, before you get ahead of yourself,
well I am ahead of you, Im like 6months ahead and oh boy you wanna see this!
So I slow my horse down on the dusty track.
O’h it takes effort, o’h it takes strength and I know by now, it takes practice.
That horse is strong, distracted and extremely determined.
But I choose to pull back, time and time again
to come back to this moment and notice.
I look around, oh its me sitting in this chair,
oh its my tea so warm and fresh,
Oh its me here right now and I smile. Yes! I remembered.
I have an awareness of the dirt path off in the distance,
Im aware a blurred image may appear if I choose to stare,
so
I choose to look at the room Im in and remember that in this moment,
I get to breath and see and I choose to smile.
I feel grateful I remembered to come back here to this moment.
My mind is full of ness,
oh so this is mindfulness.
Thank you for reading, Fiona.