Speeding at the sound of sleep, what we take we cannot keep, fingers holding clouds apart, waiting for the rains to start, pressured to be and to do - something, but DARING to be and to do absolutely .......nothing
Master, what is the secret to serenity?
Wherever you go there you are, was his reply.
Master, what is the way to inner peace?
Time is not of the essence, he said simply.
Master, how do I achieve these things?
But the master did not answer,
he was sound asleep.
© justin haynes.