45 Hours

There aren't that many things I really need
Surely if I had less I'd be relieved
Why does it seem so hard to leave things behind?
Fill up the quietness with peace of mind

We all have so much stuff
It never seems enough to keep us satisfied
We think we are ok
And suddenly one day we come to realize
We are always running late
We don't have time to meditate
We don't really know what's wrong
Or where this feeling's coming from
We don't question what we know
What we do or where we go
Too many things surrounding you
So many things you have to do

Balance requires silence, time and space
Being aware of what is taking place
Choose a good spot where you can rest your eyes
A place as quiet as an open sky