I Do Nothing At All. Poem by Ray Sinclair

Watch my chest rise, I watch it fall,
doors open, then shut, along this hall.
Mind is quick to move from now,
locked in circling thoughts, I want out, but how?

Dormant lies full potential,
the answer awaits, presence essential.
Like a bud in spring waiting to bloom,
I am locked inside this darkened room.

The past is done, I must not dwell,
future, well who can tell?
How to rise from this waking sleep?
To live a life, with precious moments to keep.

Do I exist, am I living?
Do I take or am I giving?
If I let the past rule the show,
future is anxious, with fear, I know.

The mind is like a riderless horse,
when no one guides the reins on course.
Make the choice and fear not,
for the present moment is all we've got.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 30/03/15
© March 2015 Ray Sinclair