Sometimes what we precisely need
is to think less –
to not squeeze the juice
out of every peach
to not let the loud
voices inside screech,
to let the time
pass and let things be,
till the place we
want to be in,
the time where the
curtains lift,
and we know
the truth for exactly
what it is.
Till the earth takes
it’s sweet time turning.
Till your mind cools
down from the burning.
Till this place is the
only place that we
could possibly reach,
let us think less
and practise what
we preach.