It is from the empty well of no thought
and a shrewd absence of expectation,
where bursting seed for artless art is caught
in ripple of sudden inspiration.
After moment, hour, day, week, year or more,
of rigorous not thinking, the big mind,
in budding moment of quiet uproar,
unearths a rare pearl effortlessly mined.
It is here, it is there, itís everywhere,
simple and wonderful as a childís laugh,
for the big mind loved with a no mind flair
reveals treasures beyond your dreams by half.
Tail dancing, the sly cat may look away,
but with its prey it always has its way.