Scurry, scurry,
Rush and worry …
Why so much running around?
Put on the brake.
Not one more moment forsake!
Time’s a wasting
While you’re always chasing
The treasure you seek
Is there when you peek.
Have a look …
There – in the dark nook.
This gold you can’t find
‘Til you silence the mind.
How many times must we tell you
Of the rewards?
Countless treasures
By your measures,
Yet all free
Just for thee.
If you would just stop and sit.
This is it —
The throne!
Yet unknown
Until you silence the chatter.
What’s the matter?
Have you no time
For an experience so sublime?
Put on the brake.
This chance please do take.
And ye shall find.