Busy Poem by Julian Takali

Busy at heart, busy at mind
Busy is a man always on time
In a hurry and never calm
Uneasy is the soul

To do with passion yet never distill
Is a disservice to all lives' will
Not to play the role of the creature
Alike madman, prophet or teacher
Is a crime to the spirit

Easy is the soul of the man in the now
Do he crusade the seas
Do he love lust as pleasure
Do he bound in search of treasure
As he do settle, as he do at times cease
As no gold is worthier than a soul at ease