By Maya Green
Pray be silent, and in constant contemplation
Perchance, you will get the experience
True words, of eloquence and elegance
The voice from the heart’s very own,
but in silent elocution
Yes, it’s the language — of the heart within
Where spoken words, is just clumsy redundancy
For insight comes from the universe within, aglow and pulsating
There’s no need for words, just meditate
Know that — you are not your thoughts
For thoughts are just another layering
A mirage of the true consciousness
That is where you truly belong
So be rooted, in the true consciousness
The One, and only Reality
So beware — the mirages that we chase Some just want big diamond rings
Something crude, grotesque
Some, the power with the thrill of the chase
Alas, all are fleeting, mere mist of the mornings
Dateline:
3:07 PM
November 29, 2023
MH2536 KUL/KCH
