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of the nothingness which can only be felt the mind holds on to something, anything, so that it does not melt</p><p id="9c0f">But what do <b>I</b> hold on to? Is it the mind? If I surrender to silent stillness what will I find?</p><p id="cb1e"><i>Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.</i> <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>Writings of White Feather</b></a></p><p id="6b7c"><i>See all my poetry here:</i></p><div id="812d" class="link-block"> <a

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The Silence Beckons

The stillness awaits

The silence beckons but I just won’t succumb I keep on blabbering pretending that I’m dumb

The stillness is there somewhere I can feel it in my bones but I can’t stop moving and emitting aching groans

Afraid of the nothingness which can only be felt the mind holds on to something, anything, so that it does not melt

But what do I hold on to? Is it the mind? If I surrender to silent stillness what will I find?

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