still and silent, can I ever be?
An ongoing quest it seems to me
What would happen if I would ever become
Still and silent
Still and silent, how long could I last?
Till barriers are broken and sound is cast
With memories and questions bombarding through
Still and silent
Still and silent, I arise every morn
For that very reason before the days born
To sit and reflect and experience in peace
Still and silent
Still and silent I lie down in the night
hoping insomnia will somehow take flight
And all activity will evanesce into
Still and silent
Still and silent, might it not be allowed?
For what would we be if no thoughts were endowed
We would be no one and cease to exist if
Still and silent
Still and silent? No, but maybe serene
And not so encumbered with playing the scene
But resting a bit and not striving to be
Still and silent
mehflowers 