#2116-View

Meditating today,

To a growing plant,

Felt frustrating,

For quite some time.

In the end,

It proved futile,

For my perspective,

Was expecting to see,

Shapes and angels,

From a distant past.

Still, it was a relief,

To catch a glimpse,

Of my mind.

But it made me wonder,

How often I am blind,

To what’s in front of me,

As I go through life,

With eyes from the past.