I know what mindfulness is, in theory
I must experience every moment in all its glory
So I would love to savor my morning cup of coffee
Inhale the aroma, feel warmth coursing through me
As I sip on my hot beverage at a luxurious pace
How I would love to do that, but reality I must face
The clock is ticking, and time is unforgiving
Punctuality is paramount in the life I am living
Therefore I multitask, swallow my coffee mindlessly
Hoping by the time I begin work I’m caffeinated adequately..
Needless to say, mindfulness at breakfast is a pipe dream
There isn’t enough time to eat a meal, it does seem
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Next comes work, where I think I can be
Focused on my tasks, tackle them mindfully
I try to immerse myself fully but cannot do so
As distractions (e-mails, texts and calls) interrupt my flow
There are rare days that without interruptions proceed
Making me feel like at mindful practice I can succeed
Lunch hour again rushes by too fast
The illusion of mindfulness through this time does not last
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Finally home at the end of the day
I slow down, hoping I would make my way
To practicing mindfulness- as I reflect
On the day gone by, and introspect
Many different thoughts start competing for my attention
I can no longer be mindful despite my intentions..
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As I come to the end of this verse
I realize I have found in the universe
A slice of mindfulness, because in writing my thoughts
My mind has been focused, not wandered a lot…
So maybe my share of mindfulness I can find
In writing, as I engage my body, soul and mind
Passion...unbridled 