Rocks and stones, layering my mind, A heavy weight, a troubled kind. Thoughts like boulders, sharp and gray, Obscuring light, stealing the day. I climb, I struggle, seeking release, From this internal, rocky disease.
But then I see, a gentle sway, Trees dancing softly, come what may. Their branches reach, a calming hand, Whispering peace across the land. With every rustle, every sigh, The stones begin to crumble and die.
And as the clouds drift, soft and white, My mind unfurls, bathed in light. Free from burdens, light as air, Tranquility found, beyond compare. Body, mind, and soul align, In this peaceful, cloud-kissed shrine.
By Vinnie Tham