Quietly sitting,
not doing anything,
and the grass still grows.

From the Tao.

This is a superbly efficient 9 syllables worth of poetry. It sums up the idea behind the point of all meditation. This kind of writing is quite often (mis)interpreted as Khayyam-esque hedonism. It is far from that. It gives one the feeling of being away from the push-and-shove life that we lead. It talks of the futility of trying to push the processes of Life.

Suren.