Sprawled out on a dirty floor
I stare up at the ceiling fan
Feel the forced air
The gentle hum of the motor
Perfectly balanced
Which chain is for the light
And which for the fan
I can never remember

It's times like these, in stillness
At peace
The answers lie waiting
Offering, for a moment
To expose themselves
And if we open our eyes wide enough
We may just find exactly what it is
We've been looking for

Or maybe
We just close our eyes
Set aside our need to understand
Embrace this moment
Of stillness
For what it is
And think of nothing more
Than dirty floors, ceiling fans 
And pull chains