To Work or Not to Work by L. M. Montes

The starving mind settles in spring,
with dew drops of knowledge enveloping–
newness takes root, holding tight to growth
as heights strived for lift higher,
reaching then gaining more.
But sitting in a dark room
with emptiness depleting, draining–
sets fire to sprouting mindful leaves
and sucks the soul from deep within,
flushing oneself as winter sets in.