Floating and Falling and Climbing
Floating and falling and climbing is fun Almost like coming totally undone But finding a place to rest and be Is almost better than any sanctity Finding space for your mind to take ease Where purpose can rest and trying can cease Is so hard an island to find in the storm That many will scarcely move past the first warn That quiet and peacefulness is something too difficult to find That it must be utterly beyond the scarce outline of the mind How hard can it be to stop climbing and flying And hitting glass walls like birds on the move Without binoculars or eyes that see well We keep moving and moving along with the swell How hard it is to stop flapping and be To find purpose and honor in letting yourself see How lovely it feels to do nothing at all And simply be thankful for not taking a fall Or going upwards or downwards or across the hall How nice it is to live within your soul Floating and peaceful Not trying at all