Traffic roars
In both and all directions
Aeroplanes soar
Or at least that is my perception
I can see my foot
My tummy
I can feel the whole of my body
I see more colours
Than any camera can imagine
I am surrounded by a wider vista
Than any picture, or any canvas
In a meditation space
In a Japanese garden
Among all that is now
Pink poppies, stalactites from the caves of China
And poetry written close on thirty years ago
Scones with maple syrup and strawberry
And tea of wondrous fruit and herb infusions
Cockerels
Chiming bells in unison
A breeze through the trees
Seeds fall, behind me is a shelter
An observatory for the mind
I think of your garden, your smile
You and your sound of music
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