Be mindful. ‘Tis more eas’ly said than done,
When rushing to and fro and here and there:
For minds can thoughts so seldomly outrun
When future’s hopes and past’s regrets ensnare.
The hands of time like jailer’s fists oppress,
Or so it seems when clocks dictate our days,
When hurry or impatience brings distress:
No middle ground ‘twixt dispatch or delays.
When laid to sleep think not of morning’s woes
But gently bring attention to the breath
Whilst walking give due thanks for noble toes
Who with good pilgrim’s faith each step do bless.
For patience is not virtue, but divine,
When stillness’ calm can heal the troubled mind.
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