Rested Pace

Time is too short, to worry about goals,
And neither too long to sit and refrain,
Time is too short to do it all,
And neither too long, to let it pass and befall,

What can one really achieve?
What has one ever really achieved?

Walking in the cloud of illusion,
In and out of sunshine,
I move holding Thy finger,
Making figures and figurines,
Images I can't fathom,

But the world may see,

Living it Now, as if for ever,

As if life before had never been,

Covered heights, but not yet there,
Braving the cold, when all is bare,

Singing songs of grace,

Living words of wisdom,

In sweet love and devotion,
Amidst hard work and commotion,

Even what matters the most, is only a game,
Life's short and cloud will soon be rain,
Quench the thirsts and fill the creeks
Be ready to flow and vaporize again.