Staying on Mission through Simplification

Henry David Thoreau ("Where I Lived and What I Lived For" Walden) Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify, simplify! ... Simplicity of life and elevation of purpose.

I am just wondering how much of my purpose and my mission is weakened or ineffective due to lack of simplification in my life. How can there be any room to be open to growing deep-spirited friendships with others when the complexity of my schedule fills my time? How can I be open to the impulses of God's leading and guiding when there is neither room to listen nor room to maneuver?
Sometimes the greatest understanding and the deepest connection with God comes when I am living simplistically. When silence and stillness has a rhythmic pattern in my life, I am more keen to hearing and listening to a greater or elevated purpose in my life. I have to believe this would be true for a community as it is for an individual. I wonder how much more "in harmony" we would be as a community of faith to our mission and purpose if we collectively learned to live simply fending off the temptation that the new school year and the upcoming fall season brings . The temptation to fill our schedules without time for space to create, to breath, to rest, to dream or even to pray. I had breakfast a while back with my dad and our discussion on simplicity inspired me to write the following:

Simplicity

Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Taking it all in drowning in wastefulness and busyness
Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Looking for everything yet observing nothing.

Missing is the view of a flower in bloom,
A plant growing an inch in a day.
Missing is the view of new wrinkle,
The pleasure of hearing a laugh.

Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Taking it all in drowning in wastefulness and busyness
Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Looking for everything yet observing nothing.

Missing is feeling breath on a new morn,
Elated from time standing still.
Missing is the silence in friendship,
Opening up treasures in history.

Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Taking it all in drowning in wastefulness and busyness
Greed for the senses a gluttony of sort,
Looking for everything yet observing nothing.

Missing is a walk on a cool eve,
Listening to the quite hum of crickets.
Missing is an evening rest,
Rocking as the waves from the sea.

I hope that simplicity or simplification in our lives will help us see the elevated purpose that God invites us to join in on.