What is Life,
but things?
Do they fit
together, or
do they fall?
Each dependent on
the all, move one,
another may fall.
A place for birds to
come and sit, and
talk to lizards
as they shit.
The stars keep making
rocks for you, and
you keep building houses too.
Stones of beauty
in your yard,
they look much better when
you don’t work hard.
Beautiful mountains everywhere,
built without effort,
not even a care!
What is Life,
but things?
Love and Chi,
Paul
