It never moves in still life; the constancy is there;
this image is everything – still and stark and bare.
I see it and I know this is where beauty lies;
the beauty of stillness , where Doingness just dies.
The evils that are modern life; the “Doing” and the “Quick”
these are the things I see each day as making our world sick.
The constant act of Doing would wear down any mind
together with it’s brother “Quick” ties us to the daily grind.
The “Being” and the “Slower”, the only cures we can use
are labelled now as lasiness; productive time we lose.
But maybe if we’re Doing less, the Being then could flower
and then if we just slowed right down, we’d realise it’s power.