Precious Quiet Poem by Raj Arumugam

there are clouds here in the sky
where the gentle sun sinks;
and beside the tree on this hill
the inflorescence sways in the breeze



it is this silence and quiet that is peace
past one’s achievements
and one’s visions and affiliations and loyalties
and past the words we utter
and past the identity and comforts and security we crave;
it is this inward gentleness
in which the thoughts of the self cease
this is the precious pearl to which nothing else is equal