Between magnets and us
what is else is there besides
the hunger that drives our bones to thirst?

Ignorance calls me to drown the waves
that impel my pangs

I break and rejoin when the humble doors
are down
savagery need not be savage
if called sweet

wind and grain
opportunity beckons
me to cultivate again
no, no I must not think,
thoughts brings inertia to the plow

be still and meditate
I allow ease and ease to flow
I must not ask, for asking impedes
the growth