Nature

I sit quietly at my desk, 
thousand thoughts run into mind, 
but knowing all things come to rest, 
I place my trust in the best. 

Hours pass as I stare into abyss, 
of course you call it being productive, 
but its nothing too special
for the mind always seeks to rebel. 

Thus I meditate on the waves, 
that come and go like near caves, 
I hear the blue jay squeak
And in an instant, I feel at ease. 

These birds, the squirrels, the trees, 
the clouds, the meadows, the bees, 
they all play the game of life, 
with a sense of awe and peace. 

I look back at my computer, 
and thus I start studying again, 
in harmony with the quiet mind, 
I flow through a stream of zen.