Some pictures I have taken and a poem I wrote this afternoon. My journey to mindfulness continues.

It seems a wild land with no limitations.
Decorations at the edge, and a few
waiting for a moral to kick in.
Somehow, here and now, I am another.
Familiar with fate’s illusions,
and striving to cease grasping.

Opening my eyes, to what is wild
I see life flowing around me, in all directions.
Without holding onto anything whatsoever,
I stopped to figure it all out.
And watched the trees move gently,
free of clinging and apprehensions.