A quiet mind is a quick mind in time,
quick like little streams quivering with life,
washing away fear over rock and lime,
washing away time, washing away life:
The banks are muddy, the sun stands aglow
atop the boughs, haloed with precision,
girdled with delights man will never know
because they stand away from division:
Green so green that it is almost yellow
in the light, so pure that it envelops
thought and sound and sight – a constant hello
it sighs to any who heed the treetops:
This is life when it is quick and unpaced;
each drop that flows past is a drop replaced.
urbansonnets 