When his life becomes too busy,
he sometimes thinks of things
that are resting.
He thinks of pencils relaxing on desks,
patiently waiting to be used –
of carpets quietly lying on floors --
of doors standing peacefully
but with perfect posture,
poised to open or close.
He thinks of mountains taking a break
just where they’ve been taking a break
for thousands of years,
of rivers running
like serene runners running for fun.
He thinks of his own hands
that often relax at his side,
and of the few gentle dollars
that sometimes take it easy
in his pockets.
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