Relationships

Most people busy themselves with air or thorns

To tarry in the thorns one hopes, at best, to claim a rose

but more oft finds their plotting painful and vain

To tarry with the air leaves one light headed and empty handed

I most often aim to busy my hands with industrious work that proves some useful gain. But even higher than this is to still those hands.
Listen. Observe.

But even this is loneliness.

In my listening I come only to know myself,
and fear that in this common truth, I will never be known
which is sad, since I make terrible company