Quiescent

Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy? Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile? Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy? Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while? Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless. Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless. Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away. The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next The tranquil interval between death and resurrection When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection. This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn. To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn