Patience is a virtue. Thy will be done.
I write these words but hear life calling me.
Resting is easy 'neath a baking sun
But how will rest bring peace of mind to thee?
I'm not an easy man to please I know
My wishes flit from one place to the next
I let may passions lead me where they go
And often fail to do what one expects.
I think I have some new thoughts every day
Without a thought these thoughts seem to appear
But if I try to think them, then they stray
And no amount of thought will bring them near.
So I try not to think and meditate
And see what thoughts come floating through the gate.