With diligence I indolently rest
Keen to hear the songs within my heart
Idle is my mind to clever tests
I watch bright fish as round the sea they dart.
Living to my own time all serene
Not rushing to help others who demand
Attentive to the deep and its dark beat
The music of the soul, I understand
Lying is a daydream , reverie
Relaxed,I watch for what may come my way
What to choose, what sentences shall be
Oh, fleeting images which one to take?
Slow and patient like the worms and snails
We learn to see and so with words beguile
How my heart sings 