Walking through the small borough today, life bustled all around...
Passersby nodded, children laughed, the hum of life buzzed on...
And then, suddenly, there was silence ....

Life continued its trek all around me, but I was at rest....
And all that remained in my world was the grass that surrounded me ....
It waved in the wind without a sound...
I had been transfixed, in my spirit ... to a place of leisure ....

And the birds sang a song of silence ...
And the sound of the wings of the butterflies was muffled ....
And all that i heard was the beating of my heart ....
And the breath across my lips ....

An eternity passed in an instant ....
And I was transfixed again ....
To the edge of the pond whose ripples always ripple ....
And in the center of the ripples, he lazily surfaced ....

My friend, as constant as the ripples, had returned ....
I remembered for a time the lessons of that spring ...
My friend, the frog, had shown me so much ...
And a tear welled in my eye, as I felt the joy of this new moment ...

And then I listened ...
And he spoke ...
Not with words, but with the expression in his eyes ...
His countenance touched my heart ....

And this is what I heard ....

'The time for leisure is now ....
Each moment is an opportunity for miracles ...
But the miracles only arrive ...
When we choose to be still ....

And the stillness is a choice ....
The simplicity of being ....
Which overshadows the chaos ...
With its brilliant beams of life ....

Find leisure, my young friend ....
Find peace in your heart ...
So that your light may touch the spirits you meet ...
Be well, smile, rest ....

Be nourished in the kindness of love.'

And as I was returned to the borough ....
And I felt the bustle of life around me ....
I smiled knowingly at a fellow traveler ...
and with a subtle nod ...
She smiled back at me.