In no time, the body speaks
The mind longs to read
The stomach craves food
The skin yearns to feel
The muscles to move
In no time, we seek simple pleasures
No impulse to buy
No drive to become
No tortured production
No urge to rush on
In no time, desire returns
We dance and we sing
We feast and we sleep
We chase sun and moon
We dream possibilities
In no time, we grow close
We linger and talk
We regard and listen
We laugh and delight
We touch and console
In no time, we do the real work
Of being and becoming
Ourselves and together
