Morning Meditation

Through mindful moment of reflection

I hear the chirping of the birds

Then hear my thoughts and recollections, And jumble of all sorts of words.

Back to the breath- the rise and fall.

Back to I’m here and now and present.

I am so big, and yet so small,

I am the God, and yet the peasant.

Ten minutes gone… the chime has rung.

I blink my eyes through morning tender.

The anxious monkey mind is calmed,

Let life begin- let me surrender.