The beautiful birdsongs of morning

A stillness in the light

The comfort of a peaceful mind

after a rest in night

An easy Sunday ante meridiem

Calm like lake of glass

Space between present ponders

No future or past

Meditation and observation

No judgment of events

No worry of things to come

No passion for what ego resents

Too much on my plate come tomorrow

yet I will prevail

for I will focus on my breaths

inhale and exhale

For the challenge is inevitable

Life conditioned to cripple

but I will remember that every smooth lake

eventually will ripple