The pathless path
Drowned in thoughts cacophonous trill
Deaf to conscience, we’ve become ill
How then may dark voids within fill
If we know not how to be still
To make easy ascent uphill
Ego cravings we need to kill
But silence is an acquired skill
For which we must surrender will
Dew drops within heart overspill
If we choose to take a chill pill
Love draws us back for a refill
That our life mission we fulfil
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