Today I’m flying low
and I’m not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos
of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling
a little,
the fish leaping,
the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move,
though really
I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
Just a reminder how much can happen when you take the day off…
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