Mindful
The lights of town twinkle brightly below,
Just like the whooshing river, my thoughts seem to flow,
This peace around me so calm and so quiet,
My mood it seems, well she predicts a riot,
The clouds rush in, they grow and bubble up,
Universally speaking it's a storm in a teacup
The thunder, the lighting, the wind and the rain,
It feels like a freight-trains running right through my brain,
I stop and I pause, I take a step back,
I offer myself the following feedback,
Pay attention, don't judge, just watch, let it be,
For these wonderful brain are just thoughts do you see?
Lets watch these clouds change, lets see the rain slow,
The allowance of something, shall allow it to go,
The storm has come and the storm has passed,
The strength in my mind remains strong and steadfast.
Explanation
I'm going to leave out an explanation for this one. Please do with it as you wish for your own experiences with anger.
