What is this life if, full of care,
We take no time to stand and stare. . .
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
Aaah! Breathing space. After all, I'm dismantling the old busyness and creating space for something new to emerge. Now when I sit at my desk, I smile. Only those papers that I'm about to deal with are allowed on here now.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
(Leisure, by William Henry Davies)