Leaving the Arena bright lights,rapid movement,a large crowd,a constant bombardment of noise;waves of soundslam into delicate ears,eyes are pulledin every direction,the senses overwhelmedwith stimulation;it endsand we are leftwith the peaceof silence
Pathways there are countless differencesbetween us;in the endwe all find our wayto the same place,why do we invest so muchin comparinghow we get there
Mindful mind fullof countless dreamspressed to recessesby the weightof our cares and worries,the products ofperceptions,our ownand others,we lose our grip,we cannot seeto the rootsof these burdens;can we quiet the noise,can we see with clearer eyes,can we be moremindful