Colors around me. (Poem about practicing mindfulness)

The ruby-red cap sits separate From my trusty water-bottle, Filled with air currently, I've been taught to see so, To see optimistic, Grandma gifted the well made tool, Three years past. The cap still is ruby-red, The transparency of my container though, Has been frosted glass. I have layers too, On my ruby heart, It's become tougher, 21 years later. Automatically capping the sherbet' bottle, Automatically buttoning the cotton shirt, Automatically chewing the sacrificed meat of this Eid... Mindful now, noticing the ruby shades, Noticing the saffron and salt which made a feast, The feast, Noticing the number of buttons on my shirt, Noticing you, so pleasing to me. Me in the sunflower fields, You in-between. A little background to the poem; I wanted to write a poem or anything to be exact regarding a mindful me. I wanted to describe the colors like my meditation teacher asks me. She asks me to note the sensations in my body and take deep breaths. That's a practise to become mindful.

In progression on this piece, did you notice I was daydreaming again. In sunflower fields with a beautiful person. As someone who was just rejected, I'm on the look for someone who understands me so deep, and likewise, I'd love to understand people. It is a pretty common desire. What's your one desire world?