You can hear silence, if you listen.
Stop your breathe and tap
into the empty.
Oh chalice of hope, too often
left unfilled, drain
the resistance.
Lie back, close the thoughts
and open your eyes.
Believing does not
require seeing.
Allow sentence after sentence
to remain unanswered.
Be unrestricted enough
to not be alarmed.
Fountain of ice, melt away
and liquefy into sharp
pencils of vision.
Sighing in peace, letting
the lace curtains of
contentment to rise.
Skin to be stroked
with the developing
essence of being
in contemplative mode.
You can hear silence, if you listen.
Listen now.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
You can hear silence, if you listen.
Stop your breathe and tap
into the empty.
Oh chalice of hope, too often
left unfilled, drain
the resistance.
Lie back, close the thoughts
and open your eyes.
Believing does not
require seeing.
Allow sentence after sentence
to remain unanswered.
Be unrestricted enough
to not be alarmed.
Fountain of ice, melt away
and liquefy into sharp
pencils of vision.
Sighing in peace, letting
the lace curtains of
contentment to rise.
Skin to be stroked
with the developing
essence of being
in contemplative mode.
You can hear silence, if you listen.
Listen now.
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