Simplicity, Peace, and Fixedness

Twiddling and twirling of the muteds and the grays:

An ode to solemnity on a placid summer day.

Sunshine shining, beset with fervor and praise,

And yet what of the subtlety of contentedness under life’s clouded skies?

What of still-small whispers amidst the torrents of numbing delights?

What of humble otherness admired for its own sake?

In a drop of dew, one finds the fullness of beauty itself;

And yet among the busied and hurried blessings of life, one finds only inundation

To adore a drop of divine blood is to enter a microcosm of participation:

All life, in joy, consolidates into equanimity, firmly fixed upon oneness — Divine Simplicity.