Hopefully

The wind - ,

The wild flowers,

- the winged teeny weenies,

Our souls, free.

As I walk around the neighborhood and the park in this vicinity, a kind and gentle wind 

tenderly caresses my soul.  The winged teeny weenies sing and fly past.  There are some 

kinds which alight on the flowers.  I just pray that such environs are preserved and 

protected - all parks, gardens and flora and fauna - where kindred souls from all walks of life

can just take flight along with the resilient earth.  You know, so, that we can become free some day.

Mindfulness

Moving from the past, present to the future
Mindfully
In the realm of the free spirits
Can be a liberating ascent
And a hopeful descent

When witnessing the present moment
And moving about the day
With waves and waves of mindfulness
In our eyes, we can say
The present and future days move
Forth in discerning ways