Sitting on a Rock

The red rock said, “Sit down and rest on me.”  I answered, “I must keep moving.”

The red rock said, “Sit down and rest on me and quiet your mind.” I answered, “My mind must stay alert.”

The red rock said, “Sit down and rest on me and quiet your mind and feel the warm wind on your face.” I answered, “I have no time for such a thing.”

“”Well,” said the red rock, ” if you think you have time to move your eyes westward, try it.” It took no effort, so I did.

  

I felt the desert wind, quieted my mind, and I rested on the red rock.