The gentle art of doing nothing

Oh, i need to make that call

Ooops, I forget to send that email

Darn, I told her I would call

and him I would visit

my head is full of conscious thoughts

pulsating 

dominating

 

my head is so full

so noisy

it is as if 75 TVs are on

all on different channels

 

I can barely hear myself speak

in fact

those deep things

those important things lurking in my unconcious

 

those thoughts that drive and define me

rarely rise

into the light

where my minds eye can see them

 

An ancient adage says

when muddy water is allowed to become still, it becomes clear

when it becomes clear it reflects its depth

 

perhaps I need to learn

the gentle art of doing nothing

perhaps in the stillness

things will be clear

 

perhaps I will recover, come back to some deep things

things I once dimly and unknowingly had

and lost

without knowing what it was 

or  where 

or when

I lost it