STILLNESS
Fear not that I blunder
When seemingly alone I ponder.
Worry not for me
If a recluse I appear to be.
And if congested roads I do not travel,
It is not that my life is soon to unravel,
Or even that I am somber and morose.
Instead, enthralled by whispers of wondrous prose
And music and song in silent verse,
I marvel at the absolute brilliance of the universe
In concealing the wisdom of the ages
Deep within the serene pages
Of nothingness
And stillness.
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