Let the disk slow down.
Let the sun freewheel.
Let the pigeons rest
lest the sky should reel.

Let the cogs cogitate
a whole day late.
When you miss the bus,
beam, don’t berate.

Let the mind mind its own
business, what bliss.
Let the leaves brush your brow
with a bowery kiss.

Listen to the silence,
watch the stillness lie.
Give big fat absolute
nothing a try.

When all’s said and done,
don’t rush to talk.
When the green man’s fast asleep,
don’t walk.

When it’s your turn to receive,
don’t grieve.
When it’s your turn to create,
be great.

Life’s a cycle,
a circle of love.
We shine from within
but we turn from above.