Sitting

Sitting

Master:

you ask me to be still
observe the bush
but I do not know
what it is I am to see

you tell me to wait
listen with my eyes
see with my ears but
I am deaf and blind

you tell me to wait
something will happen
I see nothing hear silence
the light grows dim

you tell me to become the bush
to be inside it to know it
I do not know
how this is to be done

I am humble and know
that I cannot be
one like you
my soul does not soar

I see a yellow bush
swaying in its fullness
there seems to be
much work to be done.

David Sermersheim