Meditation

I enter the room of solitude
Enclosed by towering trees and wild bushes
Mother Nature greets me in her genteel manner
She opens her arms affectionately toward me
And energetically invites me to come take a seat
I gladly accept her invitation and intrepidly sit
Looking around at my surroundings, I watch in anticipation
But in time, I learn to just sit and listen
In the silence, quiet messages are spoken
They speak of reassurance, of reasons to hope, of inspiration
Things that uplift my soul and make it take flight
The wind, it blows across my face, cool and caressing
I find myself smiling at the mere joy it brings
Among the drafts of wind blew in Peace
Made of sparkling crystals, she flows along the drafts
With flowing hair blowing in free loose curls behind
She kisses my cheek as she blows by
Chilly as it is, my heart begins to warm
I close my eyes for a moment, but open them again
The surroundings have somehow changed!
Everything looks more real than before
Yet everything looks more surreal than before, too!
What is it I see before me now?
A beauty that it seems few seem to understand
A happiness growing from every blade, every branch
Joy in the first appearance of flower and blossom buds
Life in its all of its wonderfully amazing glory!

Commentary:

I've been taking some time off to go outside without electronics and just sit there and listen to the surroundings.  There is a little corner of the yard that is surrounded by many natural barriers that enclose it enough to make it feel like an escape from anything that might distract me.  I prefer complete silence when I want to recharge, but if I have to have noise, nature sounds come to a close second.  When I take those moments, I find that it enlivens me and helps me get more energy for the rest of the day.

Now as to why I selected the imagery that I did during this poem came off from pure inspiration I got from a dream I had recently.  I don't remember anything specific about the dream, except the image of peace blowing in the wind with the sparkling line art of a profile feminine face with curly locks blowing back.  As she blew in, she kissed me on the cheek (and strangely I was looking at myself in that dream, experiencing it as another person would see it done to me).  I woke up thinking about how imaginative a lot of my dreams are.  Not many people who remember their dreams describe them the way I would describe mine, for instance, I rarely ever dream about someone I know, and I occasionally have dreams of things that would seem more animated with imagery instead of straight out realistic things.  Well, to each their own.  I like my dreams.  They're sometimes quite entertaining.