In a quiet room, with candles aglow,
I sit cross-legged, trying to go slow.
I close my eyes, breathe in, then out,
But my wandering mind begins to shout!”Did I leave the stove on, or was it the light?
Wait, what’s for dinner? Is it pasta tonight?”
My thoughts race by like a speeding train,
And there goes my focus, down the drain.I try to clear my mind, make it serene,
But my stomach growls—how obscene!
I hear the neighbor’s dog bark next door,
And my peace flies out the window, for sure.”Focus!” I whisper, determined to win,
But then I feel an itch on my chin.
I scratch it lightly, trying to stay calm,
Then realize I’m humming a Beyoncé song.My legs are numb, my back’s a bit sore,
This meditation thing feels like a chore.
But just as I’m ready to give up the fight,
I feel a tiny flicker of pure delight.A breath in, a breath out, finally aligned,
For a split second, I quiet my mind.
But then the phone rings—oh, what a pity!
Who knew meditating could be this gritty?So I laugh it off, let out a sigh,
I’ll try again tomorrow, maybe touch the sky.
For now, I’ll just enjoy the fun,
Because in this chaos, I’ve already won!
omoreg 