To sit

It is starting to

Grow light

The world damp

The half moon

Waned to crescent.

Where the stillness

Wants to be heard

Where the calm

Wants a place

At the table

Of my life

In my day.

In their call to

Do without doing

Grow without growing

To simply be

In the flow

Of the existence.

Let go of action

And so achieve

Let go of judgement

And so perceive

Let go of anguish

Hurt, ill-will

And so be heard.

In the still of

Red clouds looming

To the east

Pale blue heavens

Stars now gone

Birds now sounding.

In this still to

Simply sit

Let the frantic

Wash on by me

And just be

As it will

As it will.