It’s in doing nothing we find ourselves,
or someone we might know.
Whilst contemplating something else,
the universe somehow unfolds.
In trying to find the meaning of being,
it’s only more questions we find.
Although pointers drop into awareness,
when thoughts are left behind.
So close the books and take a walk,
through natures winding trails.
Inspiration will glisten in setting suns,
mingle in leaves that fall in gales.
Reflections you see on the rolling tide,
smile right through to your soul.
Connecting to all that surrounds you,
ending up feeling you’re whole.