A breeze that is my breath,
The sound of silence.
Too many times,
In many places,
Watching the mind with all its thoughts,
Racing when it is not sleeping.
Every moment is the opportunity to catch one of those thoughts passing through.
I am just a listener,
A listener of all the different parts of me.
How can I catch one of those thoughts today and do something meaningful with it?
It is what I have appearing to me.
That image stays if I can catch it and do something with it,
Something meaningful,
Like a gift I can then give to the world.
The many thoughts that run through me,
Which one will I find appealing,
Useful and to have some fun?
Can I select just one,
Be the listener and watch them go by,
Notice just the movement of the mind,
So many images per second,
Coming,
Going,
Can I hear,
Can I listen?
What do I say all day to me?
Which thought will I follow and believe,
A gift of me?
Slowly listen,
Don't rush,
Let the thoughts fly,
You watch and then try to engage with just one,
Something that is meaningful for you today.
Just take that and run with it,
That is the gift you give to others.