A time for silence
Sometimes it’s time for silence
To reach into oneself
It’s time to take an inner trip
And think about the wealth
That moves into the tender heart
Even reaches to the soul
It’s time to move into the silence
The source that makes one whole.
Sometimes it’s good to reach on out
And bond with other folk
But me, this entity called me
He be the kind of bloke
Needs his own space for a while
He knows he must go home
And visit lady silence there
Her realms I may well roam.
Sometimes It’s good to turn ones back
On everything out there
To visit fading catacombs
And search there, everywhere
So fresh thoughts they might come on out
Then I’ll be back with you
As all my insights, and grand thoughts
They will be born anew.
16 January 2014 @ 1123hrs.