The body must move just as well as the mind.
Idle hands and sheer boredom will lead me to ill.
If I lie in bed lazy past break of daylight
I’ll be hard pressed to craft a good dream for tonight.
I’ve a fondness for logic as well as free will.
With the mind as a map anything I can find.
I am prone to walk barefoot in my special wood.
The Path is the Earth and the life force of green.
And as bright as its ending, its journey’s the way
Of divine light through living my life day by day.
The world through a looking glass is what I’ve seen.
Much less than much more is what’s now understood.
A practical one most adaptive to change
I master the minuscule, mired and mundane.
If I have enough detail, I’m given great wealth.
I work best in the background; my credit is stealth.
As the blueness of sky and the freshness of rain
I’m at home in a world I can well rearrange.