Quietude

(And a view from my window)

Can I just sit and stare into nothingness

Not think of everything I need to do, not obsess

Over time that seems to run out of my hands

Leaving me bewildered, trying to understand

How the hours that plentiful appeared

Have dwindled down, how time has disappeared

Without my being able to savor a moment

Can I just sit languidly, perfectly content

To look at the wall, out of my window,

Let my mind wander, let thoughts flow..

I would not try to empty thoughts from my mind

Meditation is not my goal, tranquility is what I’m trying to find..

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I found few moments of external stimulation none

Now a busy day on the right note has begun