Contemplated  simply with the eye

The mundane is the main part of our life
We do not note the wonder of each day
And waste it when we  cause unneeded  strife

For then we  in the dens of envy writhe
We could have peaceful hearts and live our  prayer
The mundane is the greater part of life

Contemplated  simply with the eye
The mundane changes when  attention’s paid
We waste our life when we   enjoy fierce  strife

To do our work  relaxed we might then  try
Leaving violent effort  to the crazed
The mundane is the greater part of life

Is it so  hard to love  that  hearts reply
We shall not open up for we feel grey?
We waste our life when we   provoke  fierce  strife

With the mundane, we look deep and cry
There is  great richness in   each  little life
The mundane is the main part of our life
We waste it when we  roam about unblithe.