Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
SHAVVOT
Noise endless noise, never giving up,
Or yielding to the rest there should be.
Chaos and confusion, mistakes that never end.
What manner of mind does not seek
To rest, or rejuvenate.
It toils in vain, in search of its quest,
Almost futile at its best.
But peace awaits those who live in hope,
And seek a time of rest.
Such a people that consume themselves,
With the lust of success;
Even when they try to rest, they toil with the flesh.
No precedence for shutting down,
In hope of inner peace.
Just the drudgery of their labor,
And the obsession to have it all.
Conform, endure, eradicate, seek to exist supreme and free.
Take caution to the wind my friend,
Let the glory be your own,
And all possessions in your grasp be yours forever more.
But if there is time to think,
Then let this thought be heard;
That rest will bring a brand new day,
And your endless search for freedom, will suddenly fade away.