Oliver Wendell Holmes said, “For the simplicity that lies this side of complexity, I would not give a fig, but for the simplicity that lies on the other side of complexity, I would give my life.”
Here’s a simple poem by William Stafford, who offers us some simple advice — but it’s the simplicity on the other side of complexity, or so it seems to me.
If you’re like me, and sometimes get caught up in the world’s madness to the detriment of your well-being, here’s a poem to take to heart.
by William Stafford
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
This morning, pick up and save “a piece of Heaven” so you can retrieve it later when the folks who judge, frown, and shake their heads start getting to you!