Mindful-ness
Mindless
Mind-Full
Mind-Empty
Nothing
Not even the birds
I hear my steps
My breath
And raindrops
Gently falling from saturated trees
Silver sheen
On bark and pine
Grey skies
Diamond droplets
My mind calms
I hold
Stand still
Listen
No more steps
Just the droplets
Still gentle
My mind calms
And raises from depths unknown
Pictures of inherited memory
I freeze
With pictures of wilder-beasts
Of teeth
Of claws
And threatening snarls
Archaic memories
Scenting
Listening
Watching
No smells but earth and rain
No sounds but droplets
No feeling of being watched
I continue my walk
But still sing
mo ghile mear
Poetry by Nathalie 