Into the stillness within my garden, I walk
A
feeling of peace and tranquility abides here
Yet,
within this peace, the fullness of activity in creation
No
toiling, no struggling – just being
If
I want, I can watch the grass grow
Microscopic
as it moves centimeters
To
my ears, it is silent, but growing has a sound
No
toiling, no struggling – just being
Listening
to the chirping of squirrels and birds
Observing
their play and how they gather food
It
is like watching a playground of activity
No
toiling, no struggling – just being
I ponder this as I watch
All
of nature is being who they are – nothing else
Each
one has a job of sorts, a plan
No
toiling, no struggling – just being
How
rich would my life be
To
daily walk out my tasks in peace
Living
in my true identity and no one else’s
No
toiling, no struggling – just being
