thoughts

As I observe my thoughts

As a silent watcher

See the rising and receding tides

Of my emotions,

See the pictures of the past,

And the imagined future,

See   the thoughts come and

Their effect on my body,

My being realizes that

 This is the food

 I have been feeding

Myself , some of which are

Quite indigestible and sour,

And others non-descript.

And yet it is the moments of quiet

That are the sweetest to taste.

It is a delight to savor and enjoy.