Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind; br forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness: br for this will never cease until it find br that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest. br br Without that restlessness, the angry man, br once angered, then would never leave that state; br an artist, end no better than began; br and our delusions never would abate. br br The instability of human mind br more constant than its owner, ever roams br like bee, for nectar of a finer kind: br the rest, the peace, the love of God alone. br br So love the constant mind's inconstancy; br so faithful in its search for unity.