04/01/2026
An Aimless Restlessness
Short of time, in a hurry
To get somewhere, not sure where.
Wanting more, not sure of what
Distracted by the trivial, the superficial
The surface things
An aimless restlessness
That which does not have cannot give.
A place of quiet beauty and mystery
The moon, the rain,
Wild winds, rivers and lakes,
Mountains and forests
Ceaseless cycles of seasons
We originated there long ago
And there, still, we encounter
The ultimate repository of the human soul
Those who know this place
Are quiet about it
But you see it in their eyes.
Rivers find the sea
Without maps, without hurry,
Without losing their way.
Wisdom guided by inner peace,
Not tossed to and fro by outer chaos.
Rooted in quietude,
Stillness walks with wisdom.
Those who know don’t speak of it.
Those who speak don’t know.
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