Mindfulness Poem by Madrason .

Somebody gave me a bright idea
of mindfulness, she reminded me
of my own troubled misery
a rainy cloud was passing by
as if it only owned the sky
I had a cushion, Jesus, Maria and Buddha
as my witnesses and we drank some tea
I asked the cloud to move ahead
or to make just another sad
but then she started to rain a bit harder
call back thy sheep father, where art thee
yet my feet were walking fast
and the sun broke through at last;
Somebody gave me a bright idea
of mindfulness, she reminded me
of my own troubled misery
a rainy cloud was passing by
as if it only owned the sky. M