Not far from where I start to gather the ripened berries
I begin, as usual, to slow down. Then, pretty soon, I am
doing nothing. I am just sitting there in the little bundles
of leaves.
In the distance a sparrow is singing over and over his
serene and very simple song. Oh, to hear him within the
enclosure of nothing else!
Friend, I am becoming desperate. What shall I do? How
quickly, if I only knew by what remedy, I would turn
from the commotion of my own life.
While on and on and on, the sparrow sings.