Drops of thought

How strange it was,

The occurrence during the last part of my course,

As I was leading a relaxation,

Such obvious symbolism which I could not force.

As I lay on my back listening to the water on the ceiling,

A drop of water fell perfectly

Straight into my vision.

The first fell directly onto my heart chakra,

And then another a minute later,

Right onto my third eye.

I almost wanted to cry.

I love it when this kind of thing happens,

Is it a sign telling me to love myself,

Be kind to myself,

And look through my minds eye,

And to myself give,

The life I truly want to live.


See this as a mindfulness symbol,

Our past selves, our past experiences,

As drops of water,

Just as these.

As they rain down onto us,

And affect us in so many ways,

It is what we do with them,

How we deal with them,

That impacts us each in the following days.

The drops that appear from the other side

Shape our future,

That, of which, we cannot hide.

But there is no need to hide,

It only about our understanding inside.

Whatever has been,

And will be,

All we ever has is this moment,

That’s all there is to see. 


'be present, to be presented to yourself'

Jen x