Focus…

Cannot seem to otherwise focus,

Have done so before, enjoyed seeing the crocus,

Focusing can be done, for a person so easily,

Just reset your internal set up, read the directions,

So easy it is, why must it be so hard,

For centering is the same, I must however be on my guard…

I meditate, I focus, I center, I am at one with the self,

I clean out the cobwebs in my head, afterwards my feet they feel like lead,

I cleanse the self of ill or negative thoughts; I do for me, all I can see,

If you can understand this, then you are enlightened more than you thought,

I wish it were me; enlightened in thought as well as body,

But my body is and will ever be just so shoddy…

To focus is to see things for what they are,

To realize within, what is without, to see the world, in all its humor,

To be part of that humor, or to die, as humor is life & without life, we are dead…

              © ed – 4/2/04