Mindfulness
As the light of the sun hits my face, darkness goes astray. Into the sunlight I let my troubles pass along. As I feel the wind across my arm, my heart floats to my sleeve and now I feel open-hearted. I breathe in wisdom that God gives me each day I become thankful for all of these things. Peace, love, and mindfulness come in and out and back into my troubled mind.
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