All idle feelings

Troubles are all affectation, haste is all pretentiousness, time is all leisure. A life without too many thoughts is very quiet, quiet enough to only wait. Leisure is like admiring flowers in the mist, looking at the moon in the water, simply beautiful, beautiful enough to be appreciated. The seasons that have passed, no need to remember which spring flower faded first, which autumn leaf fell last. All that cannot be grasped, only hope it remains. Let the heart be a little simpler, even simpler. Looking at the world, remember that this heart can be a fence. The spring tide comes with rain, late and urgent, crossing the wild river with no one in the boat. Spring blossoms and autumn harvests, everything happens naturally. The most unforgettable moments will quietly remain gentle and good in the space-time.