Under the drapery of curly smoked thoughts,
Lies an oasis facile to reach,
When sages and fools both tie their camels,
And stop aside the clamorous paths.
Here the water flows without impurities,
Bodies fall into deep rest,
Words halt their march, undress their meaning
And wash their clingy scents.
All it takes is a liquid breath in this space,
Where Silence awaits
And Spirit rejoices in itself.
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Wonderful poem.In silence there is a treasure one can find.