What Is
Night speaks the language of silence
And in its pregnant stillness
Thoughts distilled to the purest
Come to the fore
The days suffocating rancour
Loses its bite
Emotions discarding their turbulence
Start turning quiet
And in its pregnant stillness
Thoughts distilled to the purest
Come to the fore
The days suffocating rancour
Loses its bite
Emotions discarding their turbulence
Start turning quiet
Nothing is flat though
Rather an undulating swell
Dances around
Hypnotically
I realise, pleasantly surprised
I am floating in the lagoon
Of my inner mind
Rather an undulating swell
Dances around
Hypnotically
I realise, pleasantly surprised
I am floating in the lagoon
Of my inner mind
Gentle waves
Keep lapping on the shore
Where sands of thought rise
And fall
To rise again
In sync with the rhythm
Playing out
Keep lapping on the shore
Where sands of thought rise
And fall
To rise again
In sync with the rhythm
Playing out
Clear sky, stars multiplied
Fresh air and an empowering quiet
Grant a clear sight
To what is
Fresh air and an empowering quiet
Grant a clear sight
To what is
Meaningful, lucid
True, real, surreal or divine
Mere words
Can never describe
What is
In its totality
True, real, surreal or divine
Mere words
Can never describe
What is
In its totality
