There is great wisdom to be found
In silent meditation . . .

In the simple beauty of a flower in bloom
A child at play, or a woodsman at his work

Uncomplicate your life
And look you out of innocent eyes . . .

What see you now of vanity and discord
When you view your world with warm embrace

Focus no more on paradise lost
And hell on earth

See only the rich sustenance
In a tapestry woven from threads of virgin wool
On an uncorrupted loom

Feel only the gentle kiss of nature’s balm
Upon your rested brow . . .

Hear only one uplifting note
When life’s bow is drawn ‘cross tangled strings

For it is in the needle focus of singular intent
That we may tap the wealth of our potential
And reap the harvest therein

So, go you out into the world
With senses tuned to optimistic purpose
And you will truly find your heaven
Here on earth . . .