
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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