Come out of the wind
and the turbulence of life
and sit in this quiet glade...
your breathing slows
and your heart rate steadies down
to a soft rhythmic drumbeat...
Your gaze travels mentally up and down
the sides of the tall white trunks
of the aspen trees in this aspen forest
tracing over each mark and branch
You hear the breeze rustling the leaves
and the warm sun embraces you in your space
as you listen to the songs of the forest birds
and you repeat to yourself,
"I am calm. I am calm. I am calm."