The sunny saturday mornings are lazy,
Just staring at the trees and listening at the bees
For some they think you are crazy,
Doing nothing and dreaming with the breeze.
They think that life is always running,
Doing things this way and that way hurrying,
They think that they could make use of their time well that way
So they force themselves to work all day.
Time does not pass us by if we stop working,
On the contrary we need time to listen to time passing
For in the moment of time passing, eternity is sneaking,
Ready to catch your dreams and make them into being.
So just sit and be silent and appreciate Saturday mornings,
A time to relax and put to rest our utmost beings.
Resting is also the action of non-doing.
To reach the Tao the resists all knowing.


