by unseen powers
which in tranquil quietude
weaves secret dreams
from what was, is, and what can be.
Plunge deep into the profound
blue ocean of silence,
to harken the inaudible
soft tunes and the rustle
of the wind and the leaves
and listen to the songs of the buds
bursting into full bloom.
Solitude waits at my door
calling me from afar:
‚Come enter my house of silence.
In quiescence alone can you
listen to His Eternal Voice‘.
(Graphic: redsky at night in silence.pinterest)

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