How does it happen that the only things truly worth having in this life come from the internal world of self and none from the external world, the material world?
No up or down
No sight or sound.
A deep sentience
An infinite existence
An immortal being
Reason for living
In the gloaming
Life and death
A vicious circle.
Wispy dreams we weave.
To illusions we cleave.
Lives and deaths,
The cycle unbroken,
Seduced and duped.
A mirage or truth?
Of old men and the youth.
The finality of death
Or just a ruse?
A change of clothes
Or payment overdue?
The wonder of life,
Yearning for miracles,
A quest for permanence.
The theory of evolution
Or a godly accident?
Either a normal life
Or a heavenly event.
The silence in me talks constantly….
The silence in me is blessed indeed…
All it asks is that I listen to it…
A soft, sibilant voice insists that I heed…
Listen and it will answer my call,
Listen and my problems, it will resolve,
Listen and it will lighten the burden.
Listen and the false path, in mist, will dissolve.
Just listen and it will bring gladness to my heart.
Listen and it will sooth all yearnings,
Listen and it will polish my rough edges,
Listen and it will quench my eternal thirsting…
Heed the music in your soul,
Heed the voice in your most primitive part,
It’s never late to do away with discordant notes
It’s never late to make a fresh start!
Listen deeply and discover you will,
The notes and sounds of your own voice.
The light that burns closest to the hearth,
Was always you – only in disguise.
Listen to it and strengthen your voice,
Search for the true God in your disguise,
Live the voice you were meant to have,
Make it your will, make it your prize!