Sufficient to the hour
Is the day thereof.
Sufficient to the minute
Is the hour. Arrange
Your arcana and your cushions.
Shift from flank to flank.
Scratch what itches.
Let not a little stillness disturb
The great swirling of the world
Come to stir each little stillness.
The big belongs in the middle
Of the little uncomfortably too big.
Chime your bells.
Check your clock.
Bring a vast mindfulness
Down into a coughing detail.
Or do whatever you want.
Let this be your method.
Sufficient to the lyric
Is the epic thereof,
Sufficient to the mind
Is the theater of the sun.