Not Sitting Silently

For a time I sat
silently like a buddha.
Then I sat like a sappling
swaying in the breeze;
then like a towering tree,
standing strong and firm
as in the wildest of storms:
legs locked, one over the other,
and hands firmly clenched together.

And then I arose
and ran like the wind.
Stopping to rest
under a towering tree.
Sitting silently,
like a buddha.