Listen

What is more complicated than simplicity?

Denying the world of it’s wondrous chaos,

In the illusion of stillness.

The grass grows and the cricket calls,

The bees buzz and the mice scurry.

Always in a hurry, just as the acorn trails limb from limb

Falling into the hands of another creatures grip.

Keeping busy when all there is to do, is care for those around you.

Simplicity is more than lack of color or dollar,

But who we are and what we choose.

It calls us into the chaos and within it, we find a single blade of grass,

A baby birds cry and the whispers of heaven;

We hear our own thoughts for the very first time, and choose to listen.