Life IsTime

measured by the processing of ideas
and materials, sometimes long after
the actions in which they were built.

Those who process will, themselves,
be processed by those who have yet to come.

The stiller the life then the richer the life,
because of the depth of the stillness,
the more the process seems complete.

Those who no longer reap nor sow,
nor are reaped nor sown any further
in all the cycles of life, live far better
than all the noisy and busy bodies
in the world dare believe.