Dump the Trash

©2008
Mary Cunningham

For a moment today
I slowed down
Dumped the trash from my mind
Took a look around

Billowy clouds meet and blend in color
White to grey both dark and bright
Dancing to the ways of the whispering wind
Flowing effortlessly from day to night

As my gaze shifts down
Toward the winter tree
I notice the drops of water
On its delicate branches for all to see

Drops that were left from the earlier storm
Lightning then thunder
Cold mixed with warm

Up on floor three
My eyes move to the ground
While noise of chattering and gossip
Is all around

I notice other souls moving about
Talking about this and that and
Who, what and why
Can I help them empty their trash
Do I even try

My wish is for all to experience
Living in the now
Forget about what’s next
Or even the how

Our world is becoming smaller and the time has come
For us to live in this moment
For none are ordinary and all are golden
Let go of past and future
Release from that
Which you’ve been holding