Written 5 March 2026 for 1449 March Posted Poems Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
the moon ascends a silent silver shining disc illuming the world with a velvet drape the busy chatter of the day recedes shaping solemn silent quietude where the spirit wakes a lamp burns low upon the wooden desk a small defiant sparkle against the dark here I am stripped of all the daily masks casting a role unseen, unknown by curious, wondering eyes seated down erect in my room in the quietude of the night with the mind free from thoughts turning round and round the spirit focussing on the inner self with only the breath drawn in and then letting it go I feel a tranquillity, a peace a solace, a sense of bliss unknown before a simple rhythm untying me to all all woeful worries waxing during shine of the day all stinging strains stretching their tentacles during daylight now shrink to dust in the solemn quietude where stars like distant shining bulbs gaze through the undrawn curtains of the welcoming window panes I feel the press of vastness all around me in my room and beyond with silence speaking some sweet words to me with palpable swirls of the cosmic wheel my hurried pace of life finds deep refreshing rest like a tiny ripple in an endless sea with the searching heart laying down its heavy load of questions softened losing their sharpest edge perhaps the answer resides not in speech but in this yielding to the quietude a sense of order hidden and unseen reasserting itself in silent grace where the soul remembers what the daylight hides, the thread that binds to the Truth.
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