Befriending silence
To attain quietude,
first things first, thoughts must cease,
that thus, free from desire,
wayward ego’s consigned
to the funeral fire.
To attain quietude,
nonchalant to outcomes,
present in the moment,
staid stillness invokes grace;
bliss magnetism potent.
To attain quietude,
round the clock, all the time,
our choice of cessation,
epitomises our
soul’s orientation.
To attain quietude,
shifting from head to heart,
truth search prioritised,
be assured oh hermit,
God will be realised.
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