Meditation

By Adrienne Danrich

I slow down
I close my eyes
And breathe deeply
Listening to my own special kind of silence

I stop
I close my eyes
Taking a deep soul healing breath
I listen

I hear the birds sing
The horns honks
The whispers
I hear the shouts
Of neighbors
And I smile
Listening well to my own special kind of silence

Clouds

By Adrienne Danrich

 

Like a puff of smoke from Papa’s pipe,
You glide by on the whims of the winds,

Creating imaginary forms of faces and trees and animals.
Without warning,
More of your kind gather together,

Changing the celestial sky-scape
To a cottony, pillow of white.