It occurs to me it
Is the ability to be
Still, to be totally
Aware of any given
Moment, this is
Poetry–far out.
Tag: focus
Happiness
Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Enjoy the Little Things
In living we rush around and
Beat ourselves senseless
Making decisions in a hurry
As to what’s important to us
And what is not. Often we
Don’t slow down enough
To really see what matters.
All we actually have to do
Is enjoy the the little things
To bring life into focus.
Wordman of Alcatraz 