When I stand where I stand I'm watching
When the other sits in perfect anonymity
Where would the frequencies of I and the other
Where would they meet if left to wither

All this neglect directs attention inward
All vitality at its best is inwardly kept
All my days are thus inwardly turned
All the sages and mystics bowed to

We sit here in silence with our acceptance
We  keep company to each other's presence
We  actively connected in contemplation
We  the neglected sages of time immemorial