promised land
life, Love, poetry, Spirtual


Silence a shrine,

where unfolds

myriad tiny miracles;

obscure to that

naked eye.

Whispers of souls are

forever captured in the

turquoise mosaics

of stillness.

A sudden shrill,

the prayer and the

pilgrim dries up.

10 thoughts on “Silence”

    1. Thanks a lot, I’m glad you liked it! Without silence there can’t be awakening, true!

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