I am feeling rather anxious,
there’s a tension in my chest.
I have to face the big wide world,
go out and do my best.
There are trains and planes and buses
to be caught along the way.
There are people in their dozens
and they all get in my way.
It’s the physical bombardment
that is wearing to the core.
The constant chatter on the cellphone,
the white noise I just abhor.
I am in a real dilemma,
without the tension and the race.
There’d be no need for healing,
no work for us to face.
We need to find that midway,
a path that snakes between.
The stress of daily living
and our meditative routine.
It is there is what surrounds us,
in the sky and in the trees.
In the bird song in the morning
and the gentle springtime breeze.
It’s just a case of looking
up above the bustling crowd.
Taking in the forms of nature
with which our Earth is so endowed.