July 20th, Zen Rake

Time to be gentle, time to listen to "all those inner voices," that turned out to be one voice -- and that one calm, patient, and understanding. Time to put on my socks before going outside, and to do the dishes. Time to breathe easily, and eat slowly. To *do*. To *be*. No becoming, except as that of a cold, closed poppy opening to the warmth of the sun -- naturally and without strain, unconsciously.