[long instrumental intro] The shadow stalls upon the sundial stone and afternoon spills sideways, unowned Blessed be this midsummer air where cicada drone replaces hurry asking nothing of hands or mind The grass grows tall beneath our stillness and heat ripples like a slow breath We are not a sum of tasks completed but a river wandering without destination Praise be to the sun’s unhurried arc and the holy grace of standing still [long instrumental outro]
