Mindfulness - Your Present Moment

Not sure where the years went. I came across this poem after a run on St. Valentine’s in 1998:

Thoughts are like leaves
dropping into a stream.

As soon as they
touch the water
they are carried away.

Sometimes they get
caught in an eddy.
Soon there are so many leaves
in the eddy
you cannot see the water.

If you didn’t know better
you would swear
you could run
on that bed of leaves.

Thoughts come and go
like breath.
We breath
and don’t even know it.

Thoughts come and go
like each step in our run.
We know not how many
steps we’ve taken.

The rhythm of the run
the sound of the breath
leave thoughts behind
with each new step
and each new breath.

Happy Valentine’s Day