Nothing Doing Something Being

I wander with no object

star or near in life or depth

and I feel a boundless Eden

just in thyme to match my breadth.

It’s the peace that passeth purpose;

understanding overlain

with the leafiness of garden

or the feathers of the rain.

And heron earth a span of wings

beats out the driven days,

for the waiving of all purpose

opens daylight through the haze.

--Theresa Bayer, April 8, 2011

Thought I'd include some poetry. This one is about meditation, and its "purposelessness" that allows you to feel deep relaxation and peace.