Silence is my own essence and nature,
A portal to the mysteries of my creation.
Serenity is golden, the path to heaven,
A muted state, playground of my divinity.
The purity of it is beyond sound.
It is the birthplace of happiness,
The source of inspiration and genius,
Bringing forth renewal of vitality.
Quietude is my vehicle to experience
The core essence of the world's greatest,
And most sacred teachings
For inner and outer transformation.
Let the words of anger lose their meaning.
Forget the culturally-conditioned hypnosis.
Let the restoration of stillness
Ripple through my consciousness.
I continue to weave
The thread of tranquility
Into the tapestry of my existence.
Hushhh…
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