High rises, scaffolding, concrete steel and glass
Stare from inhuman eyries around the world
Grass, the leveller, invites you to walk, to greet it
Its neighbour, Water, reflects the traffic of clouds
The languid loops of birds
Pools lie like lotus petals, still and calm
Drink them in with your eyes
Yin/Yang of liquid
Press your feet onto the tread of nature
How very large the lawn is!
How small your steps, that leave no mark in passing!
Here, you have moved out of the norms of existence
The tinny underground, cram-crushed, angst-ridden
Slow your pace. There are no deadlines here
Walk steadily, breathing easy as the wind
Your thoughts, desires and needs are passing storms
In café teacups. Time will rinse them out
The one you married, you only have on loan
Your house, your job, are clothes too soon discarded
Here is a sanctuary, a place of peace
Free of the madhouse chatter of technology
Feel your worries float away like leaves
Grass, the leveller, invites you to walk, to greet it
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